The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 410

My head was still throbbing as I followed Amber into the elevator. Her sudden comment caught me off guard. "Dr. Cross is always a perfect gentleman. It's just his personality."

"But he was taking it to another level! I was literally standing right there, and he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted to escort you all the way upstairs," Amber said, her smile widening. "Selena, I really think..."

"Stop messing around. Didn't you see? Dr. Cross has a girlfriend," I lightly reprimanded her, cutting off whatever wild theory she was about to spin.

Since when did this girl become such a massive gossip?

And this particular piece of gossip was a massive stretch. Although Caspian hadn't formally introduced the short-haired girl, it was painfully obvious they were a couple. Between her calling him Caspian so affectionately and the matching loungewear, they were practically flashing a neon sign that they were together.

"I didn't realize she was his girlfriend! He didn't say so. But fine, fine, I get it. You clearly prefer Dr. Lennox. It looks like even if Dr. Cross threw his hat in the ring, he wouldn't beat Dr. Lennox's odds. All that care and attention Dr. Lennox gives you isn't going to waste after all." Amber hit the button for the 17th floor.

Ah. So she wasn't actually gossiping about Caspian; she was testing the waters to see if I had any feelings for him.

I pinched her cheek in mock annoyance. "You're ridiculous."

"Hey, I promised Dr. Lennox I'd take good care of you. That means taking care of your physical health and your love life!" Amber practically bear-hugged me as she helped me out of the elevator.

She really was Leon's ultimate wingwoman. I just laughed and didn't reply.

Once we were back in the room, Amber quickly fetched the fever medication. I was completely exhausted and downed it with some hot water. But I misjudged the temperature, and the scalding heat made me jolt upright, sprint to the bathroom, and spit the medicine right back into the sink.

The sheer terror of freefalling seized me. The biting wind whipped through my hair, feeling as if it were tearing through my very soul. Consumed by absolute despair, I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed, "Help!"

A split second later, I crashed into a solid, unyielding embrace.

My heart was hammering wildly against my ribs, the shock of the fall still echoing in my bones. But as the sheer terror faded, I caught the familiar scent of cedarwood.

Crisp, cool, and clean.

In that terrifying moment, it gave me an overwhelming sense of warm security.