Olivia I thought I would be able to go back to sleep but as soon as I heard the knock from the door followed by the maid voice, I know my sleep will be short lived."Yeah, I will be on my way now" I yelled out before she could announce to me. I'm ready for them today. I'm definitely going to break a rule today. That one is for sure. And Logan will have to bear the consequences for that. As I finally mustered the courage to get out of bed, I walked straight to the bathroom and took a shower before I embark on the journey to the kitchen. Only for me to see the maid there. I wonder why they choose to hire one maid. Is it because of the so called tradition. "Where are the rest?" I asked her."They're-""Amelia has left for the hospital. I'm the only one here. Looks like you've gotten ready for the today already" Sarah access my body as she stepped into the kitchen. I couldn't help but be cautious of how her eyes raked my body. I shrugged off Sarah's comment, trying not to let her judgm

Olivia I could feel his gaze as he followed me downstairs out of Jamie’s apartment. I didn't know what has gotten into me that I lash out on him. At some point, I needed someone to let out my anger on. Some part of me wants him to care even if not for me. At least for the baby. I know there’s no way he will leave there without me not with the way his eye danced with sadness after my outburst. At least he would drive me home for the sake of his so called reputation. The night was already mingling with the clouds of midnight. There are barely taxi passing by. “Get in the car” I heard him say. I pretended as if I didn’t hear him until he said it again.I rolled my eyes before walking towards the car. As I got in the car, I could feel the tension thickening in the air. The silence between us was suffocating, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. I slid into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Logan.The engine roared to life, breaking the silence with its familia

Logan I felt relief occupied me that I was able to sign off the deal that I have been dragging with my client for the past three weeks. Had to travel to Germany to get the deal done. As I made my way out of the airport towards the car that was waiting for me, I let out a breathe of relief. I felt like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder. At least for the coming weeks if not months, I won't have to stress over dragging with clients. What I would do is to monitor our project. My thoughts wandered off to Olivia as we stopped at the traffic and I glanced at the window seeing a restaurant. Unknowingly I found myself smiling recalling how she attacked the chicken the other night. I didn't talk to her yesterday before I left knowing she would be caught up with taking care of the clinic. And then the meeting was sudden, I didn't have time to prepare for anything. As the red light turned green, the driver ignite the engine away. Just then my phone rang with Scott's call. "I'm already b

Olivia Logan took me to a fancy yet calm restaurant just exactly how I want it. I don't desire too much crowd. A waiter approached us. "Good afternoon. What would you like to order" the young boy asked politely. "Um...""Just give us the menu. We'll let you know when we finish selecting" the young boy nodded before sauntering away. After some a minute or two, he came back with the menus."Here Sir" he passed the two menu to Logan. "So.... Let's see" Logan trailed off. I was expecting him to pass the menu to me yet he's doing another thing."What are you doing?""Ordering for us of course""Yes I know. But why are you holding both the menu to yourself?" A small smile resonate from his lips. "I'm ordering for both of us" I rolled my eyes at his remark. "How would you know what I want to eat. On top of that, how would you know the food that are supposed to be taken as a pregnant woman?" I threw the question at him Logan chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Oli

Olivia To be honest, I had doubted Logan's cooking abilities when he had confidently claimed to show me what he had in his culinary repertoire. But as I observed him preparing the shrimp and crabs, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his skillful movements and the way his muscles flexed. It was like watching a professional chef on a cooking show. His voice seemed distant as he shared cooking tips, but my attention was fixated on him."Make sure the shrimp is well cooked to enhance the flavor. Unless you prefer it half done," he advised, his words barely registering as I continued to stare."Pass me the salt," he requested again. Lost in my thoughts, I reached for the jar without focusing on his specific request. His voice snapped me back to reality."I didn't say pepper. Salt. Focus!" His tone was stern, and I quickly corrected my mistake, switching the jars. "Here. You're making it sound like you're a guest on a world cooking show."As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I r