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The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 572

"Why did you take off the warmers?" Caspian asked as soon as we got into the car, having noticed my movements. "Selena, who actually gave those to you? Tell me it wasn't Leon."

"It wasn't," I shook my head instinctively. After a pause, I added, "It was probably Lucille."

Maybe it was Lucille. Maybe she was the one who had shown up in my room that night.

It couldn't have been Leon. If it were, he wouldn't have asked me earlier if Ferris had given them to me.

And of course, it wasn't Ferris. He had never been that thoughtful toward me. During those days, he was entirely occupied with taking care of Zoey and completely ignored me. How could he possibly have thought to buy me therapeutic wrist warmers?

I had just been overly desperate, needing to test him one last time before finally giving up hope.

The warmers had to be from Lucille. She always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. We had clashed badly over those two days, and things were incredibly tense. She hadn't wanted to face me, but she hid her care in the shadows.

"Lucille is so attentive to notice details like that," Caspian commented softly.

"Yeah." I managed a forced smile. I hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I'm sorry, Caspian. I don't think I can have dinner with you tonight. I suddenly lost my appetite, and I'm feeling a bit drained."

It was the truth. Honestly, eating with Caspian was always a great time, and just five minutes ago, I was genuinely looking forward to our dinner date. But now, my appetite was completely gone.

"Then I'll just take you home so you can get some rest," Caspian said. A fleeting look of disappointment crossed his face, but he quickly masked it. Without another word, he turned the car around and drove toward my apartment.

He must have noticed I was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk, because he stayed completely silent the whole way.

I curled up in the passenger seat, watching the sky darken outside. The orange glow of the streetlights flashed by one after another, and the little bit of hope left in my heart flickered and died.

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