The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 641

I had been in such a frantic rush to get away from Ferris earlier that I completely forgot to grab my canvas bag before bailing out of his car.

Perfect. I had gone through all that stress and managed to accomplish absolutely nothing.

Whatever. I would just have to ask Ferris for it later. He wouldn't maliciously hold my bag hostage, right?

True to the forecast, heavy snow began to fall by late afternoon. I had been worked to the bone these past few days, so I took a rare moment to stand by the window with a hot cup of tea. "It's really coming down out there."

"Yeah, it started out of nowhere. Everything's already covered in white," Amber mumbled, her head buried in her phone as her thumbs flew aggressively across the screen.

"Who are you texting? You're so focused," I teased, not bothering to move as I kept my eyes on the snowy view.

The snow was coming down thick and fast, a blinding flurry of white that was already coating the branches. Everyone walking through the courtyard had their hoods up or umbrellas out. But then I spotted a solitary figure braving the storm. He was striding in our direction with zero winter gear, carrying a bag in one hand and a massive bouquet of vibrant red roses in the other.

Against the bleak, freezing white backdrop, the blazing red flowers were strikingly beautiful—a burst of passionate fire blooming in the ice.

As I watched the man approach, he started to look incredibly familiar. I immediately turned back. "Amber, come look at this. Doesn't that guy look exactly like your boyfriend?"

Amber, who was still scowling at her screen, instantly snapped her head up and rushed over to the window. The anger melted off her face in a heartbeat, replaced by a soft, lovestruck puddle. "That idiot. No wonder he wasn't replying to my texts."

So she had been aggressively messaging Marcus.