The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 485

Tiffany's brow finally smoothed out. The displeasure vanished from her face, replaced by a beaming smile as she let go of my sleeve.

As I stepped out of the ward, Caspian followed right behind me. "Dr. Hayes."

"Yes? Is something wrong?" I stopped and turned to look at him.

The Iron Mask had already taken the rest of the team to the next room, leaving just the two of us in the corridor. Despite the emptiness, Caspian glanced around cautiously. Waiting until two family members walked past, he lowered his voice, looking genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, Dr. Hayes. Did I scare you last night?"

"Last night? What happened last night?" I stared at him, genuinely confused.

We had grabbed lunch together yesterday afternoon with Leon. He had been a perfect gentleman the entire time, and we'd had a great conversation.

Later, he had visited Uncle Silas and charmed Lucille in the hallway. Even though I eventually made an excuse to get him to leave, nothing about his behavior had been remotely scary.

Why was he suddenly apologizing?

"You weren't scared?" Now it was Caspian's turn to look confused.

He paused, then let out a low chuckle. "I guess I was overthinking it. When you didn't reply to my messages, I assumed I had come on too strong."

The man really needed a warning label for that smile. Whether it was a wicked smirk or a relieved grin, it radiated pure, magnetic temptation. It made you want to step closer while simultaneously making your heart skip a beat.

But my heart wasn't skipping right now; my brain was catching up. "Messages? You messaged me last night?"

I had zero recollection of that.

I figured my memory of last night was a complete blackout, but when I had checked my phone in the living room that morning, I hadn't seen a single message from Caspian.

It wasn't until rounds were completely finished that I headed back to the department with the medical charts. Before I even reached the door, someone blocked my path.

It was Leon.

"Dr. Hayes, are... are you okay?" His face was flushed, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He was breathing heavily, as if he'd just sprinted across the hospital.

His eyes locked onto me with frantic worry. "I couldn't get ahold of you anywhere. I waited at our usual spot for forever, but you never showed. A colleague mentioned you were here, so I rushed over."

"I'm fine. I'm just working my normal shift." I looked at him, completely baffled by his panic.

Before I could ask him why he was freaking out, Leon dropped another bomb.

"Did Ferris... did he give you a hard time last night?"