The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 65

So when Ferris claimed he recommended the restaurant last night, he wasn't just making things up to start a fight?

"Selena, listen to your mother. Ferris really does treat you well. We were definitely in the wrong about the thank-you dinner. When he gets back, just sit down and explain it to him nicely, okay?"

Thinking back to how terribly we had parted ways last night, and looking at that ridiculous bamboo plant on the balcony, the words died in my throat.

Oh, Lucille. You're so blind to the truth.

I wasn't the one trying to walk away from this marriage. He was.

At six o'clock that evening, I walked through the doors of Capital General, ready to start my very first night shift of my Anesthesiology rotation.

Alongside my strict mentor, Dr. Logan—better known as The Iron Mask.

We worked through the evening, and honestly, the pace didn't feel much different from the day shift. But once the clock struck midnight, my body's natural sleep cycle kicked in, and exhaustion began dragging at my eyelids.

The Charge Nurse kindly brought me a coffee, offering a sympathetic smile. "This is just the reality of being a doctor. Flipping your days and nights around is brutal at first, but you'll get used to it."

As a doctor's wife, I had always known theoretically how exhausting Ferris's night shifts were. But actually living it made me realize just how agonizing the graveyard shift truly was.

Thankfully, the Charge Nurse was chatty and kept the fatigue at bay by sharing funny stories from the ward. Just as I started to feel awake again, a young nurse from Obstetrics sprinted toward us, her face pale with panic. "We have a patient with a placental abruption in the OR! She needs emergency surgery right now, but the family is refusing to sign the consent forms! They're screaming that absolutely no male anesthesiologists are allowed in the room! Dr. Logan got blocked at the door and told me to get Dr. Hayes immediately!"

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