The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 423

I looked up at her. "It's fine."

But with that single glance, I suddenly noticed that Zelda, sitting beside Zoey, had been quietly watching me all along, her expression unreadable behind her glasses.

Catching my gaze, her eyes flickered before she immediately forced a smile. "Zoey didn't mean anything by it. She just talks like this because she considers you a close friend."

"Yes, I really do see you as a close friend in my heart. Besides, you and Dr. Lennox are so sweet together right now. That water cup was a gift from him, wasn't it, Selena?" Zoey nodded repeatedly.

I looked down at the cup of water I had just received. Indeed, it was the exact same cup Leon had used to make me Honey Water earlier.

"The cup is from Dr. Lennox, but there's nothing romantic between us. We're strictly friends." I felt it necessary to clear the air while I had the chance.

"Just friends? But that day at The Velvet Hearth, you and Dr. Lennox were clearly holding hands..." Zoey's eyes widened in surprise.

I had no way to explain that I had only grabbed Leon's hand out of an impulsive fit of anger toward Ferris. Zoey didn't know the inner workings of the situation, so looking at it from the outside, she naturally assumed Leon and I were already an item.

I couldn't exactly tell her that I had been fighting with her boyfriend.

"So, Leon is still in the pursuit phase?" Dr. Zephyr chimed in slowly from beside me, taking a sip of his tea and sighing as if deep in thought. "The road to romance is long. Young Leon still has a lot of work to do."

After he said that, Zoey stopped asking questions, offered a small smile, and turned back around.

The world finally fell quiet. I slowly sipped my water, though I could feel Zelda's gaze occasionally resting on my face.

What was she looking at?

He was wearing a dark blue overcoat, the collar of his black shirt unbuttoned as he walked toward me bathed in moonlight, exuding an aura of cold detachment.

But as he drew closer, I could clearly see the deep exhaustion etched into his features.

Outside the window, the night was as black as ink. Why was he returning so late? Did signing a divorce agreement really require this much exhausting effort?

Wait, The Marital Dissolution Agreement. Alarm bells rang in my head. Was Ferris angry? Had he come here to interrogate me?

He had explicitly forbidden me from being with anyone else after the divorce, especially anyone named Leon or Xia. Was he furious that I had played him by signing the version of the agreement without his added clauses?

I instinctively braced myself on guard, but in the next second, Ferris closed the distance between us.