The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 426

The couch, which I had left a mess last night, was now perfectly tidy, the tangled blanket neatly folded and placed in the corner.

And the document I had been reading before falling asleep was now sitting perfectly flat on the coffee table.

I immediately snatched it up, flipping through it quickly but carefully to ensure not a single page was missing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I took the file straight back to my room and tucked it away in the bottom drawer of my wardrobe.

But as I stood back up, my anxiety returned.

I vaguely remembered the document slipping off the blanket and falling beneath the couch when Ferris picked me up last night.

When had he tidied up the couch? Had he flipped through the contents of the document while doing so?

The lingering unease plagued me so much that I didn't even notice the head nurse greeting me when I arrived at the department.

"What's wrong, Selena? Is something on your mind?" The head nurse walked over and patted my shoulder.

I finally snapped out of it, instantly shifting into work mode. "Nothing's wrong. What did you just say?"

"During the barbecue yesterday, Dr. Logan burned his hand on the grill. It's quite severe, so you'll probably have to cover his surgeries today." The head nurse looked at me with expectation. "It's time to prove your skills, Selena."

I knew The Iron Mask had burned his hand, but I didn't expect it to be so serious that I would have to take his place in the operating room.

I also hadn't anticipated having such a packed schedule today.

"He definitely did it on purpose. I've been feeling feverish and having stomach issues these past two days, and he told me eating Blood Oranges would help clear the heat," Amber huffed.

"That just shows he really cares about your health, making you a special fruit salad out of love. Don't be mad about it," I coaxed her. "I still have some Petite Brioche Rolls in my drawer, so I won't let you starve."

Amber instantly stopped huffing.

Truthfully, I envied Amber. I envied how willful and carefree she could be in her relationship. The fact that she could playfully complain about her partner was only because he provided her with an abundance of love and security.

Love makes a person vibrant and fulfilled, which was why Amber always seemed so joyful.

That was what a good relationship should look like, unlike my three-year marriage with Ferris, where we had become resentful spouses, and I had nearly reduced myself to a bitter, miserable woman.