The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 484

I turned toward the sound.

Lying on the hospital bed was a young woman with short hair. Her large, clear eyes crinkled into a polite, friendly smile as she looked at me.

I paused for a second before it clicked—it was Tiffany Thorne.

I had been so focused on trailing behind The Iron Mask and taking notes that I hadn't even realized we'd walked into her room.

Technically, this was our first real meeting. I hadn't expected her to recognize me, let alone initiate a greeting.

"Hello, Ms. Thorne. How are you feeling today?" I quickly stepped forward, keeping my voice soft.

"I feel like everything's going well, getting better by the day." Her smile deepened, revealing two deep dimples on her cheeks. "Caspian told me you were the anesthesiologist for my surgery. I've been wanting to thank you, but I just hadn't found the chance. I'm so glad I finally get to see you today. Thank you so much, Dr. Hayes. You're an absolute lifesaver."

I had only seen Tiffany twice before.

The first time was at the Azure Springs Retreat, where she had called out to Caspian from a distance. I only caught a glimpse of her and registered that she had short hair.

The second time was in this very room. She had been unconscious, her face ghastly pale, her lips completely devoid of color, looking incredibly frail and exhausted.

Now, getting a proper look at her, I noticed how delicate her features were. Her face was small, her bone structure exquisite. Though still slightly pale, her complexion was radiant compared to a few days ago. She was stunningly beautiful.

It made sense why she was trying to break into the entertainment industry. She had the perfect face for the screen. Most girls in her position opted for long, flowing hair, but her short cut did nothing to diminish her gorgeous features. She carried the look entirely on the strength of her face.

Just then, Caspian strode into the room, a beige takeout box swinging from his hand. He was moving fast.

"Tiffany, stop bothering Dr. Hayes. She has a ton of patients, and she's in the middle of rounds. Let her go," Caspian said, setting the food on the table before gently prying her fingers off my sleeve.

Tiffany, who had been glowing a second ago, immediately frowned, looking wronged and unhappy with his interference. "What are you doing, Caspian? Dr. Hayes didn't even say she was busy. Why are you stopping her from talking to me?"

Caspian mirrored her frown but kept his tone patient. "Dr. Hayes really is busy..."

"I'll definitely come back," I interjected. I didn't want them arguing, nor did I want Tiffany getting agitated.

She was still a patient recovering from major chest surgery. She was too fragile for unnecessary stress.