Semua Bab The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Logan’s lips curled into a chilly smile as he uttered, ‘I’ve got plenty of time, but none to spare for you.’Connie’s surprise was evident, but she didn’t let it rattle her.With composure, she responded, ‘Mr Wilde, no matter what, I’m still Alessia’s sister.’‘Really?’ Logan’s voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘Could’ve fooled me that you’re related to Alessia. Did she even acknowledge you?’‘Mr Wilde, whether she acknowledges me or not, blood ties are unbreakable.’ Connie’s lips curved into a serene smile. ‘That’s a fact.’Logan’s gaze turned steely. ‘What’s that got to do with me?’And with that, he pivoted and began to walk away.Unhurried, Connie called out, ‘Mr Wilde, I’ve got an old photo album of my sister. I’ve been meaning to return it to her. Maybe it’ll remind her of the sweet memories from the past—the beautiful moments she shared with Brayden.’She clutched a slightly worn photo album, its pages filled with nostalgia.Logan was on the verge of leaving but her words stopped him

Alessia found herself caught in a moment of hesitation, her thoughts drifting to the child she never had the chance to hold in her arms.The longing was accompanied by a heaviness that killed her appetite.‘Yeah, it’s more personal. Connie played me, a real low blow,’ she said, her voice tinged with bitterness.She blinked back a tear and swiftly moved on from the painful topic. ‘Anyway, she mistreated my younger sister too. Veronica and I cut ties with her when she basically kicked us out onto the street.’Logan’s expression grew contemplative, absorbing the weight of her words.Alessia met his gaze head-on, a fire in her eyes. ‘I’m being honest here. There’s nothing between me and Brayden—no sparks, not for six years. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. But I’m done dwelling on this topic.’She needed Logan to understand—it wasn’t about Brayden.The emotions in those old photos, they were real, yes.But her smiles weren’t solely for Brayden; they reflected happier times.Logan observ

Logan wouldn’t stand for anyone disrespecting his woman.‘I understand. Sorry, Mr Wilde.’ Kelley made a swift exit, her steps shaky.Logan’s expression still held a hint of gloom.Alessia couldn’t help but comment, ‘You’ve got quite the fierce side. It’s kinda intimidating, you know.’‘All you seem to do is argue with me. But when someone else tries to push you around, you cower,’ Logan grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.Alessia felt a flush of embarrassment, struggling to find a fitting retort.Regaining her composure, she said, ‘Appreciate you stepping up just now. Felt good to have someone in my corner.’Logan’s gaze lingered on her blushing cheeks, his voice a soft whisper. ‘That’s what boyfriends are meant to do.’Alessia’s grin widened in response.Logan flashed a smile and announced, ‘I’m going to step out for a bit, but I’ll be back around seven.’‘Okay.’ Alessia nodded. ‘You’re buying breakfast, then?’‘Yep,’ Logan confirmed.‘All right, then.’With another kiss on he

Alessia narrowed her eyes, suspicion lacing her words. ‘What do you want?’‘I need your help,’ Connie said. ‘Logan, he’s got plans to demolish Peony Haven.’Alessia’s eyes widened at the news.The garden was a sacred place for her, a sanctuary of memories from her grandmother’s loving care.Scepticism clouded her gaze as she regarded Connie. ‘And why should I believe you? What’s your game in all this?’Connie’s smile was warm, but beneath it lurked an ulterior motive. ‘Alessia, I know how much that garden meant to Grandma and to you. I’m not asking for much. Just your help to preserve it, for her sake.’Alessia wasn’t easily persuaded. ‘Are you using me, Connie?’Connie’s smile turned wry. ‘Let’s not make it sound malicious. We all have a responsibility to safeguard Grandma’s legacy.’Alessia didn’t back down. ‘Your duty, Connie, not mine. Remember that you’re the head of the family now. You threw me and Veronica out of the house, didn’t you?’Connie’s expression shifted slightly, her

Startled, Alessia raised her head to find Logan standing there, his eyes icy and filled with anger.Their eyes locked, and she stammered, ‘W-what are you doing here? I thought you left.’Logan scoffed bitterly. ‘I wouldn’t have witnessed this touching moment if I had left. Hugging each other, are we?’Alessia’s panic grew as she tried to explain, ‘No, it’s not what it looks like, Logan. It’s a misunderstanding.’‘Misunderstanding?’ Logan’s tone dripped with sarcasm, his sharp gaze never leaving her.Brayden turned to face Logan, his expression defiant. ‘It truly is a misunderstanding, Logan. Alessia was in distress, and I was just trying to comfort her.’Logan’s lips curled into a mocking smirk as he fixed his cold gaze on Alessia, leaving her momentarily stunned.No words were exchanged, but the unspoken doubt radiated from his eyes.Alessia clutched the letter from her grandmother, struggling to find her voice.Yet, in the face of Logan’s anger, her words remained trapped within her