Chapter 10

I stood up, half–smiling. “Logan.”

Leaning against the desk, Logan looked deep in thought. “They’ve already left, darling. I’m not sure if I can still catch up if I run after them now.”

“Then why aren’t you running?”

Instead of answering, he poured me a cup of coffee and handed it over. “Darling, don’t be mad. I booked tickets to Atruarea for tomorrow. Let’s take a trip abroad and get away from all this. Out of sight, out of mind.”

Seeing this man–normally a dignified CEO–putting on an aggrieved expression almost made me laugh.

“Doesn’t your company need you? You can just leave?”

Honestly, I didn’t mind having company on a trip. Especially if that company was Logan.

In the Houghton family, I was Archie’s sister, which meant I had to play the role of an elder, constantly worrying about everything. I never had anyone to lean on.

But with Logan, I could be willful. I didn’t have to think about anything at all.

Logan toyed with my hair. “My dad heard I was pursuing his daughter–in–law, so he came out of retirement. The company’s covered. Come on. We finally got a break. Stop thinking about work.”

With no responsibilities holding me back, I already felt lighter.

That night, after much coaxing from Logan, I ended up at his place.

The apartment was huge, around 5,000 square feet, and decorated in a style I loved.

Logan pulled me excitedly toward the bedroom. “I’ve got something to show you.” His expression held an air of mystery.

Curious, I asked, “What is it?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Logan covered my eyes and only let go when we reached the bedroom. As soon as I opened them, I saw rose petals spread across the bed, carefully arranged into a heart shape.

My eyes stung, but I wasn’t about to cry. “Why is it a little crooked?”

Logan frowned. “Is it? I checked it a few times.”

Then, noticing my reddened eyes, he gently wiped them with his hand. His voice was firm as he said, “Even if it’s crooked, you still have to like it.”

I hit him lightly. “You’re so overbearing.”

Logan smirked playfully. “That’s just because you like me that way.”

After saying that, he pushed me down and kissed me–deeply, hungrily.

When he was in bed, he was a whole different person. He turned into a complete wolf.

The consequence of the previous night’s indulgence? We were late for our flight.

It was actually an afternoon flight, but we still managed to be late. This was a first in my personal history.

But the true culprit wasn’t even the least bit guilty.

“Darling, we’re already late. We might as well go back to sleep.”

If I stayed in bed any longer, I doubted we would make it tomorrow either. I decisively got up and started dressing.

“I need to grab something from home. You go rebook our tickets.”

Logan cast a deep, lingering gaze my way. “Women really are fickle. You were so gentle in bed, and now all the tenderness is gone.”

I shot him a look.

He grinned shamelessly. “Alright, darling, I’ll book the tickets right away!”

By the time I returned home, it was evening.

After parking, I opened the door and walked inside, only to see Evie sitting in the living room.

The moment she saw me, she smiled. “Oh, Jillian. I thought you didn’t want to see us anymore and would never come back.”

I frowned. “This is my home. Why wouldn’t I come back?”

I had no interest in chatting with her and headed upstairs.

Just then, Evie suddenly stepped forward, holding a cup in her hands. And, as if by coincidence, the entire cup of coffee spilled onto me–exactly like the first time we met. Evie covered her mouth in feigned shock.

“Oh no! Sorry, Jillian. I was just about to ask if you wanted some coffee, but I accidentally spilled it on you instead.”