The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 519

As he spoke, his fingers brushed against mine, gently supporting my wrist as he shot me a meaningful look.

He was worried my injured wrist couldn't handle the strain and didn't want me exerting myself.

A surge of warmth rushed through me. Caspian really was incredibly observant.

"I'd never want to make my gorgeous girl wait on me! I'm just so happy to see her, I want to get closer and soak up her amazing aura," Tiffany protested dramatically.

"What's with the 'gorgeous'? You sound like a total flirt. Show some respect and call her Selena." Caspian swatted her hand lightly, settling into the chair beside her bed to feed her the soup himself.

"Selena," Tiffany chirped obediently, actually listening to him.

But a second later, after swallowing a mouthful, she frowned. "This tastes... weird."

I froze. I hadn't made the soup—was there something wrong with it?

Leon had sworn Mrs. Lennox made it herself. Logically, it should have been fine.

"What's wrong with it?" Caspian looked at her in confusion and took a sip himself. His expression shifted into something unreadable before quickly returning to normal. "It's delicious. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. If you don't want it, I'll finish it."

"I want it! Give it all to me!" Tiffany snatched it back immediately.

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the soup was fine, everything was okay.