The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 412

The moonlight must have been too soft, casting an unreal, dreamlike filter over everything before my eyes.

I sat frozen, staring blankly as Ferris reached out, his palm gently stroking my cheek. His thick, dark brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes held a mix of heartache and confusion. "Why would you pinch your own face out of nowhere? Doesn't it hurt?"

I watched as his hand left my cheek. He sat beside me and helped me sit up from under the covers.

I watched him place a white pill into my palm, then grab a glass of water, coaxing me softly, "Your fever has gone down a bit, but you're still running a low temperature. Be good and take this."

I gripped the pill mechanically, still in a daze, feeling his fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear before he took a tissue and carefully wiped the tears that had pooled near my ears.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting me, which only made me feel more disoriented.

Did Ferris even possess this kind of attentiveness?

Why was he giving me such gentle care?

Was this really not a dream?

"The water temperature is just right, take a couple of sips," he continued to coax. His tone was incredibly gentle and patient, without a trace of his usual irritation.

I pinched the pill, not drinking the water. Instead, I slowly turned my head and stared intently at his dreamy face. "How... did you get in?"

There was so much more I wanted to ask.

Like, how did Ferris know I had a fever?

Like, why wasn't he with his precious girl right now? By rushing up here to see me, wasn't he worried she would find out?

Like, he clearly despised me, and we were about to get a divorce, so why was he treating me with such tenderness?

But before I could get any of those questions out of my throat, a sudden knock on the door echoed through the room.

Ferris and I both looked toward the door. The air instantly fell silent, and my heart leaped into my throat.

The person standing outside wasn't Amber, but...

"Dr. Cross, what are you doing here?" I looked at the tall figure standing outside in surprise.

Caspian had changed his outfit. He was no longer wearing his previous casual wear but had switched to a bright red tracksuit. The vibrant color made his devastatingly handsome face appear even more luminous.

Seeing me, the corners of his lips curled up. A peculiar gleam danced in his beautiful, narrow eyes. "Are you surprised?"

Caspian truly had a devastating charm. His smile was captivating, possessing a magnetic pull that could easily bewitch anyone. I stared blankly for a second, feeling my heart skip a beat.

I quickly snapped back to reality and nodded, feeling a bit awkward. "I didn't expect it to be you. How did you know I was here? Do you need something?"

I never thought I'd live to see the day I was stunned by a man's smile. I was embarrassed by my momentary lapse in focus.

"I found out your room number from Amber. I was worried that taking medication on an empty stomach would hurt you, so I hurried over to bring you some food." Caspian's smile deepened. He lifted his hand, and I realized he was carrying a food container. "You can't eat anything too hard or difficult to digest while you have a fever. I brought some savory porridge from the restaurant downstairs. Want some?"