Olivia For the life of me, my heart skipped a bit, but it wasn't someone from Logan's family who walked through the door. It's not like Logan and I are in some kind of secret relationship, although we do have a secret between us. Lisa came in with two cups of coffee, and I had completely forgotten that I had sent her to get them."Here's your sweet coffee, Mr. Logan," Lisa said, seemingly testing my patience with her emphasis on the sweetness."Thank you, Lisa," Logan replied, smiling as he raised the cup. The look they exchanged didn't sit well with me. As soon as Lisa was out of sight, I turned to Logan just as he was about to take a sip of his so-called sweet coffee."I want that," I blurted out, which wasn't what I had initially planned to say."You want what?" he asked, sounding uncertain if he had heard me correctly."Your sweet coffee.""You must be joking," he chuckled. "You have yours. And you know drinking too much sugary stuff is not good for the baby."I rolled my eyes at

OliviaI don't know what came over me in that moment of our close proximity. My hand instinctively moved towards his bare chest, and I placed my palms against his skin. An electric shock surged through my body, sending tingles down my legs. The desire to have his lips on mine intensified, growing more powerful by the second. Logan's grip around my waist remained firm as his intense gaze locked with mine. I closed my eyes, anticipating the touch of his lips to satisfy the unexpected craving that consumed me."Why don't you go back to your room now?" His words brushed against my earlobe, snapping me out of my reverie. A smug smile danced upon his lips. I hadn't seen that coming. He was well aware of the effect he had on me, evident from the expression on my face. He noticed how I closed my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got caught in my throat. Logan spoke again, his voice dripping with mischief. "But I can give you the privilege of undressing me with your eyes if you w

Olivia After what happened between Logan and I last night during our conversation, I decided to just go with the flow. Yeah, I know I’m still struggling with my insecurities, but I'll try not to push him to do something he doesn’t want to. He already said it himself that he feels like I'm forcing him. So, I’ll focus on myself instead of trying to create something between us. As usual, I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, and got ready to start a new day.The reason I called Logan was to ask if he could come with me to the hospital. The doctor wants to see my husband or fiancé, as she put it. I don’t know what she wants to talk to him about, but I’ll come up with something. The dining table was filled with the family members as always. I quietly took my seat, stealing a brief glance at Logan. The look we exchanged held unspoken words. I tried my best to concentrate on the breakfast in front of me. At least, the silence at the dining area was somewhat helpful. It felt like a funeral

OliviaLogan's question did take me by surprise. I hadn't expected him to ask me about Liam. I mean, it's not like Liam and I are all friends or something. I was checking the library for a new collection to read when he came in and shared his sentiments about the genre of book he preferred to read. Liam and I have never spoken more than two sentences. But surprisingly, he was all in the mood and wanted to demonstrate how a character in a book he was currently reading handled a plant in his garden. I didn't want to brush him off and tell him he didn't have to go to that extra mile.I didn't know that small conversation with Liam would strike Logan a bit—or should I say, stress him out? That somehow settled well with me. The reflection from the curtain blinders reminded me of the day I was going to look forward to. An appointment with my doctor, taking care of the clinic alone. Larisa had called in last night that she had an emergency trip from her college. So she won't be able to show

Logan I took a sip of the almost cold coffee as I stole glances at Olivia through my eyelashes. I failed to understand why she was so invested in Quinn's speech. She made me stand on stage and take a picture with other kids' parents. Like I didn't see that coming. I thought we'd just sit and watch everything unfold within a short hour or so, but the way Olivia went the extra mile really touched me somewhere that wasn't supposed to.It is rare for the Nero family to get entangled with such things. I can't recall the time my father attended any of our school events. We always do things alone, unless it involves something that will benefit him, then he would assign someone to tag along—his secretary, for that matter. Seeing Quinn standing on stage ignited a past memory inside me, but that will be a discussion or rather a distraction for another day. I don't want my anxiety to start kicking in."Why don't you hang the photo frame in your clinic then?" I said, dropping the cup and intertw