The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 622

Honestly, my mind was still a chaotic, panicked mess, but one specific detail in Tiffany's words made my heart skip a beat, and I subconsciously stopped in my tracks.

I lowered my hand to her slender shoulder, giving it two comforting pats. "Okay, I won't leave. I'll sit with you a while longer."

"I know my confession was way too sudden, but from the first moment I saw you, I really liked you, Selena. I wanted to be with you." Tiffany's cheeks were flushed, and she seemed just as flustered, making her explanation tumble out somewhat incoherently.

"I'm so sorry, Selena. I was too forward and completely ignored your feelings. I apologize. Please don't be mad at me, okay?" She acted incredibly cautious, her eyes filled with timidity as she looked at me.

She truly had a beautiful face. With long hair, she would look like a radiant sweetheart, but with short hair, she carried an air of spirited defiance.

Seeing such a bright, spirited face trying so timidly to please me was more than I could handle.

The chaotic thoughts from earlier slowly settled. I sat back down beside Tiffany, grabbed a paring knife, and slowly began peeling a pear. "I'm not mad. Stop begging, you're making me feel like a wishing well statue."

"What statue? You're clearly my beautiful saint!" Tiffany finally broke into a smile again.

She leaned toward me, but the moment she got close, she seemed to remember something and carefully maintained her distance.