Semua Bab Divorce Countdown: She's Suddenly Falling For Me?: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Logan felt torn. He was never good at turning people down. Paige gave a bitter smile. "Alright, I understand. Since you don't want anything romantic between us, I'll just think of you as an older brother from now on. If you ever need anything, you can still come to me. No matter what happens, I hope we can at least keep this friendship intact." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, filled with reluctance and quiet sorrow. Opening her arms slightly, she asked in a soft voice, "Can I have a hug?" Without hesitation, Logan stepped forward and embraced her, his eyes filled with tenderness and guilt. He hadn't wanted things to turn out like this between them, but what else could he do? Feelings couldn't be forced. If he didn't draw a clear line now, if he didn't reject her firmly, it would only waste more of her time and hurt her even more in the end. As the two hugged quietly, neither noticed a shadow watching them just outside the hospital room. Later, after leaving the

When Logan rushed to the bar, Sophie was already completely drunk. The moment she saw him, she tiptoed toward him, instinctively clutching his arm and leaning into his chest, nuzzling his shoulder as she pouted playfully. "You really came for me. I knew you would! That's great! You didn't leave me behind…" Logan's gaze darkened slightly as he looked down at her, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. "You've had too much to drink," he said. "Come on, I'll take you home. Otherwise, your father will start to worry." "I can't walk... I feel so dizzy…" she murmured, eyes locked on the man right in front of her. Logan's eyes were deep and gentle, and to Sophie, he felt like a soft cloud, or like warm, sugary cotton candy. She bit her lip and reached out, almost unconsciously, to touch his jaw. But Logan caught her wrist and gently lowered her hand. Avoiding her touch, he said, "I'll carry you. The driver's already waiting outside. Come on now. When you get home, you can get

Logan pressed his lips together, lost in thought. He wasn't sure whether the current turn of events between him and Sophie was a blessing or a disaster. … Meanwhile, Sophie had just ended the call when she noticed Henry standing behind her with his hands clasped behind his back, watching her with a knowing smile. She nearly jumped out of her skin. Puffing out her cheeks, she scolded, "Dad! Can you please make some noise when you walk? You scared me to death." Henry chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Calling Logan, huh? That video's all over the internet, and you didn't even tell me. First thing in the morning and you're already chatting away with him. So, what now? Is he planning to take responsibility?" Hearing the underlying tone in his voice, Sophie sighed. "As if. He's just trying to clear things up. Dad, what do you think of Logan?" Henry considered for a moment before answering. "In terms of character and ability, he's a solid man. If my daughter were to end up

Vivian stared at the stream of online comments, her expression conflicted. Suddenly, a memory of those nights she came home drunk after drowning her sorrows over Julian surfaced. Logan had always known her heart was aching for another man, yet he never once turned his back on her. He would silently bring her home, care for her in every possible way. He had taken off her shoes, washed her feet, removed her makeup, and helped her change clothes. He had tended to her with meticulous, unwavering gentleness. And yet, even with so many chances, Logan had never once taken advantage of her while she was drunk. By that measure alone, he had always been a decent, gracious man. But now, all that warmth and tenderness… had been given to another woman. A sour feeling rose in Vivian's chest. Just then, her email icon began to blink. She clicked on it absently, then froze, her face slowly darkening. It was an invitation from Henry, cordially inviting her to attend the birthday banqu

The crowd looked at Logan with thinly veiled contempt, their voices laced with scorn. Among these elites, Logan was the only one without a powerful family name or wealthy background. In their eyes, his presence at this high-society event could only be attributed to his connections with Vivian or Sophie. So when he presented such a seemingly cheap gift, no one was surprised. In fact, they thought it fitting. After all, how could someone who had never lived a life of luxury, who had never been part of the upper class, possibly understand what an appropriate gift looked like, or be willing to spend extravagantly on one? Just as Sophie stepped forward, about to speak, Logan gently stopped her. He turned to face her, his voice steady and sincere. "I carved this figurine myself. I knew your birthday was coming up, so I spent a week polishing and shaping it to resemble you. Even if it's a little rough, even if it doesn't really look like you, it still holds my heartfelt intention."