Semua Bab The Christmas Contract : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Logan stepped out of the glass conference room with his jacket slung over his shoulder and his phone already in his hand. The meeting had gone exactly the way he’d hoped, efficient, decisive, profitable. He's been looking forward to this meeting for a while now, especially since his company would be expanding very soon and his father's retirement would be happening soon. He needed everything to be in order when he took over from his father. He kept reminding himself why he was good at what he did.He checked the time.They’d be flying out later that afternoon.The thought brought a small, genuine smile to his face, one he didn’t bother suppressing. Snowbrook Valley wasn't a place he'll find himself on a normal day, but right now it didn't seem that way.Melody has changed everything about him, and how he viewed almost everything. She was his ray of sunshine.His phone vibrated in his pocket and it was his mum calling. He smiled wider and answered immediately.“Hey, Mom.”“Oh, my boy,”

SnowBrook Brandon woke up with a serious migraine. He was struggling to breath for a while because the air felt too thick to swallow.His eyes opened slowly, lids heavy, head pounding like something inside his skull was trying to break free. The room was dim, curtains drawn, the smell of alcohol stale and sour in the air. His tongue felt dry, swollen, like sandpaper had been rubbed against it all night.He groaned and rolled onto his side. The bed beside him was empty and cold. That was the first thing that hit him properly.He pushed himself up on one elbow, squinting around the room. The other pillow was untouched, the sheets smooth, as if no one had slept there at all. Claudia’s side of the bed was bare, no book half-open like she usually left it. It was more like a habit for her, and he could swear she didn't even enjoy reading but somehow she was always with a book.His heart skipped.“No,” he muttered hoarsely.He sat up fully this time, the movement sending a sharp pain throu

Melody got home later than she planned.Much later. By the time she reached the front porch, the sky was already dark and the cold had started to bite. She paused for a second, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, then smiled to herself.She’d gotten carried away as she helped Cynthia bathe baby Melody. She had helped dress her, powdered her tiny body, fed her from her bottle, played with her until the baby fell asleep on her chest.And for a moment she had wondered what it would feel like to have a baby of her own. Her own child. Then her mind had done something very dangerous.Wouldn’t it be nice to have Logan Russo’s baby. She shook her head as she unlocked the door, stepping inside.Don’t go there, Melody. It's not possible, and she had to remind herself that they were actually not dating, she was paid to act like they were in front of his family. Maybe all of this, the gifts, the sex, everything was part of his script.But it was too late. Her imagination had already taken off.She

There was something in the air that Melody couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just the cold or the soft fog that clung to the hills in the mornings. It was the way people smiled more easily. The way neighbors lingered longer in front of their gates. The way shop windows were dressed with ribbons and cheap blinking lights, and somehow it all still looked beautiful.Christmas in Snowbrook had always been like this, very festive.She stood in her childhood bedroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror while adjusting the sleeve of her sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands already escaping and framing her face. She looked calm and happier than she had felt in a long time.On her bed was a medium-sized Christmas shopping bag. Inside it was the pie her mother had made specially for Cynthia. Her mom’s famous pie. The one people used to preorder weeks in advance when the café was still open. Melody had also slipped a Christmas card inside earlier that morning.

Melody woke up to the warmth of his duvet. The distant warmth of sunlight slipping through curtains and the sound of the quiet hum of a heater, woke her up. She could also feel the human warmth of a body beside her.For a second, she didn’t open her eyes. She stayed still, cocooned beneath the thick duvet, listening to the soft rhythm of breathing that wasn’t hers. She remembered her conversation with Ms. Penelope last night, somehow she feels like she's known everything she needed to know about Logan's parents and sister.After Ms. Penelope went to bed, she texted Logan to know why he was taking too long and he texted back, letting her know he'll be late. She slept, and she didn't know when he got back.She opened her eyes slowly. Logan was lying on his side, facing her, his head propped slightly on his arm. He was awake. Watching her with so much admiration in his eyes.“Good morning, beautiful,” he said quietly.Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a