Entangled in the Ceo's Arms のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Miley POV What's with my dreams as of late? First the kiss, and now this... No matter how I look at it, none of these dreams could be classified as ordinary.I should be thankful that I managed to wake up, yet seeing Logan outside my room as | emerged did not help matters.I didn't sleep; I couldn't stop pondering thedream, nor what I saw afterward. Logan was..."just stop thinking, don't think, that's all."if only it were that simple. If there's a reason for this, or a way to stop it, l'd like to know.It's morning now, Kiara's already up, ready foranother day filled with adventure, and l just want to stay in bed all day, I can't face Logan, nor do I want to.Kiara: Mummy, let's go."no sweetheart, I'm tired, I want to sleep more.'she sat beside me and laid her handon my forehead.Kiara: are you sick, Mummy?"no princess, just sleepy, go play, I'll catch up later."Kiara left and I covered myself from head to toe. Although I want to sleep, I can't. Only minutes have passed when I

Miley POV When I opened my eyes, I was held in a tight embrace. I recognized the scent, but it was bewildering - laden with fear, and more worry than I had ever felt before. "Lo...Logan?" I tried to pull away from his chest; he held me so tightly that I could barely lift my head to confirm it was him. Logan: Miley, my love!! Thank you, thank you for still being alive. - What is he talking about? Why does my head hurt so much? Oh, right, now I remember. Some people wanted to kidnap me, Logan came for me. "Thank you, Logan, you.." - and suddenly, I was silenced by his lips. ls this another dream? Am I still being taken by those people and this is my wish to be saved by Logan? But it feels so real. "Logan." The desperation and joy in Logan's voice, can that be felt so vividly in a dream? | don't know, but I don't want to see him like this. I don't want him to be sad. Logan: Easy, our children are fine, we're going home, okay? "Yes." - I'm happy, I feel safe in his arm

Miley POV This man somehow manages to unbalance my entire existence; each remark, each action, keeps me on edge for something that ultimately never happens. I can't deny it, when he reminded me of his warning back at the cabin, I hoped he would kiss me. In a way, I... desired it, and although I should feel relieved that he didn't, it annoyed me greatly, which is why I reacted and said what I said. However, Logan got even more upset. And though his abrupt manner of pulling me close to his body was a bit frightening, it was also exhilarating in many ways. His bare chest and his breath so close.. I needed to get away, but he wouldn't let me. Hearing his confession was my breaking point. How could I continue pretending I hadn't noticed when I can see it so plainly? I needed to distance myself to engage in a normal conversation with him, but everything I did only made things worse. I felt like l might die because of him; my hands were ice-cold, my entire body felt stiff, I would sw

Miley POV I wished to continue hearing more about Logan's life, but I knew he wouldn't divulge anything further until I spoke up, and not to mention, I had wanted to speak with him too. "Do you remember when I wanted to call Aiden to tell me what exactly happened with dad?" Logan: Yes, I recall. You mentioned that Nathan had seized his phone, and you didn't want to question him since he seemed oblivious about those individuals. "Yeah, I figured dad and Aiden had kept both him and me out of it." Logan: And you're worried because you've been unable to speak with him? "I wish, but no. It turns out Aiden called me the next day. Assuming it would be a brief call, given how controlling Nathan is regarding his restrictions, I ended up speaking without pausing to listen, and, well, it wasn't Aiden on the line, but Nathan." Logan stroked my hair. Given how things turned out, feeling guilty was an understatement. I should've been less hasty and not assumed anything before speakin

Logan POV Five days after stopping her drugs, Miley felt ill. The doctor had warned her not to quit them abruptly but to taper off gradually over the course of three or four weeks. It's been four days since then, and nearly three weeks since we arrived here. Life is settling into a routine; the twins are back in school, and Miley and I have returned to work. My lady, looking far from her usual self, opened my office door. I paused my work on the computer to give her my full attention. "Do you feel alright?" I asked when I saw her face. She shook her head, and concern washed over me. Was she feeling sick again? Miley: ls it true you have to travel? Her question hinted at the reason behind her unease. In this company, secrets are hard to keep. I hadn't wanted to tell Miley yet-if I could avoid it, I wouldn't go. "Yes, but not today." Miley: Do you have to be the one to go? They say you might be gone a while. I pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her. "