The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 517

A ringing phone shattered the stifling silence. Leon only had time to offer a quick apology before rushing out of the room.

Mrs. Lennox really was a master chef; the aroma alone was mouthwatering. But just as I was about to take a sip, a familiar wave of nausea rose in my throat.

It was that same churning stomach sensation.

It was fish soup. The smell was masked perfectly, but perhaps my recent bad mood had ruined my appetite, leaving me with this persistent discomfort.

It was a shame to waste such good food, and a shame to waste her kind intentions.

I was still mourning the loss when my phone buzzed with a message.

Tiffany the Great: Gorgeous, why haven't you come to see me yet? I'm missing you like crazy over here!

This girl. I had just told her at noon that I was taking a couple of days off and would visit her later, yet here she was, whining at me again.

I texted back: "How crazy?"

Tiffany the Great: Like, bouncing-off-the-walls crazy.

I replied: "Can you even bounce in your condition?" She had just had surgery a few days ago, complete with broken ribs and cardiac trauma. It'd be a miracle if she could so much as twitch.

Tiffany the Great: Ugh, honestly, the anesthesia wore off and I'm in so much pain I want to climb the walls. I just really want you to come see me. Maybe it won't hurt so much then...

It turned out she couldn't handle the pain and needed her anesthesiologist.