The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 41

Zelda's loud voice made my temples throb.

Once I steadied my feet, I looked toward the sound and saw several familiar faces standing not far away, including Zelda, Zoey, and Ferris standing right beside her.

So, this wasn't a dream?

I wearily pinched the bridge of my nose. A moment later, I heard Zelda's booming voice again. "I was wondering where Dr. Hayes went. Turns out she's over here flirting with a handsome guy... wait, Dr. Lennox?"

Leon gave a faint nod. "What a coincidence."

Zelda looked at me, then at Leon, her confusion evident. "So, did Dr. Lennox come here specifically to pick up Dr. Hayes?"

Leon was taken aback for a second. He paused before replying, "I was in the booth next door with some friends."

"That's quite a coincidence," Zoey's sweet voice drifted over as she approached. "Would you like to join us for a drink, Dr. Lennox?"

I physically cringed at the word "drink."

Thinking about the countless glasses of alcohol I had been forced to down in the booth earlier, my stomach churned violently.

Someone steadied my arm, and Leon's gentle voice reached my ears. "Should I take you home first?"

I forced my eyes open, trying to pick out Ferris's face among the crowd, but I was completely out of energy.

"I'd appreciate that, Dr. Lennox," I managed to squeeze out.

Before leaving the club, I vaguely heard Zoey calling out her goodbyes. "Drive safe, Dr. Lennox! Please take good care of Selena for us."

How polite of her.

Outside the club, I tried to ask a nearby waiter to hail a cab for me, but Leon flatly refused.

"It's not safe to take a cab at this hour, especially since you've been drinking," he said with firm resolve. "We live in the same neighborhood anyway, so just consider it a ride home."

Realizing my brain was practically mush, I finally nodded.

Half an hour later, Leon parked in our building's garage. A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes. "Which building do you live in, Dr. Hayes? Do you need me to walk you upstairs?"

I couldn't bear to keep lying to him and shook my head. "No, I've got it."

Yet, I couldn't shed a single tear.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before feeling slowly returned to my limbs, and I finally stepped out of the bathroom.

In the walk-in closet, I opened a drawer and pulled out the divorce agreement Ferris had given me three years ago.

The paper was a bit yellowed, but the signature at the bottom remained bold and decisive.

Ferris had already signed it three years ago.

Back then, I was so hopelessly in love with him that I didn't take the agreement seriously. I foolishly believed that one day, my devotion would move him to tear it up himself. But today, the harsh reality finally set in—a lack of love could never be fixed by hard work.

Since that was the case, it was time for me to end this mistake.

After signing my name, I placed the divorce agreement on the living room coffee table, collapsed onto the plush bed, and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

That was, until a shrill voice pierced my ears. "Have you completely lost your mind? Making a mess at the hospital wasn't enough, now you're demanding a divorce? I don't care! You need to come back here right this instant!"

I groggily opened my eyes, and as the words registered, I realized it was Vivian.