The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 575

"What are you even talking about? Clearly, you aren't that hungry. Give it back," I sighed. I knew this girl was way too clever. She didn't really care about the food at all; her entire goal was to figure out which guy I favored.

Amber hugged the container protectively to her chest and rapidly fired off an apology. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad! Please let me have this, Selena. I have low blood sugar. If I don't eat, I won't survive the morning."

That part was actually true. She did suffer from hypoglycemia. There was one time her blood sugar crashed so hard she practically tackled me to steal my pastry, scaring me half to death. It was the exact reason Marcus insisted on monitoring her meals every day, terrified she'd pass out on the job.

"Then you need to promise not to pull this stuff again. If management hears about this, it's going to look terrible," I warned her one last time.

Amber nodded obediently, but as she looked up, she froze. Her expression twisted into something strange.

Seeing her weird reaction, I followed her gaze, only to hear Amber's stiff, nervous greeting: "Director Sterling."

Ferris stood at the entrance of the Department of Anesthesiology. His handsome face was completely devoid of emotion. The harsh fluorescent lights glinted off his silver-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to read his eyes. All I could see were his thin lips pressed into a hard, unforgiving line. He looked dangerously serious.

Why did he look like that?

How long had he been standing there? Did he hear my conversation with Amber?

"Director Sterling, can I help you with something?" I stood up as well, asking with polite professional distance.

Personal history aside, Ferris was the Director of the Department of Neurosurgery. If he was here at this hour, he must have had official business.

Ferris gave a brief nod. His stern gaze swept over Amber before locking onto me. He raised a hand and handed me a folder, his voice low and hollow. "Your test results."