Semua Bab The Christmas Contract : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Logan leaned back in his chair, eyes on the large blueprint spread across the table between him and Daniel. The office was quiet as both men studied intently. The quietness was disrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was his assistant and she was calling to let him know that the business partner for the Neolife project would like to reschedule their meeting.He said it was okay, but somehow it wasn't because it was the holiday period and in two days he'll be flying home and the last thing he wanted was to be running up and down, for meetings. He needs to relax and spend quality time with family, including Melody.Her house documents have already been sent to her and he knows that in no time she'll be calling to say a million thanks. That was one thing he loved so much about her, unlike his ex-girlfriend Hanni, Melody was very appreciative. No matter how little it is, and that has pushed him to always want to do more. She was perfect, his special angel. He smiled to himself.He decid

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Tara muttered.Melody’s steps slowed. “Oh, you should know better.”As they moved closer they could see his face. The dark circles under his eyes, he looked smaller than the last time Tara saw him, with his shoulders slightly slumped. He didn't need to be here, because he needed to be in his bed.When he saw them, he straightened a little. “Good evening,” he said quietly. “Melody. Tara.”Melody’s heart sank a little. The first thing she felt was pity. “Dr. Davy…” she said softly. “I’m so, so sorry for your loss. I heard about your father.”He nodded. “Thank you, I really appreciate that.”She stepped a little closer. “My condolences. How are you holding up?”He gave a small, tired shrug. “I’m… fine. The old man lived a good life.” There was a pause. “It still hurts,” he added, more honestly.“I’m really sorry,” Melody said.“Thank you.”Then he turned to Tara. “Tara.”She didn’t answer immediately, and he knew she was still mad at him for what happene

By the time the car rolled through the tall iron gates, Melody had gone quiet. She always enjoys the drive to Logan's house, the beautiful scenery and the closer they got to his place, the fewer the cars. The driveway curved like a ribbon through tall palm trees and carefully trimmed hedges, the kind that looked like someone came out every morning just to make sure not a single leaf was out of place. The house appeared little by little, not all at once, first the long stretch of glass windows reflecting the afternoon light, then the wide white walls, then the balconies that faced the road.When the car finally stopped, Melody realized she’d been lost in her thoughts.“We're home,” he said softly.Home? Was this home, her home? Was Logan indirectly saying something to her about the two of them taking their relationship a step forward?No…she was over thinking.“Okay,” she turned to pick up her purse as he helped her out of the car. He turned to his driver and asked him to take her bag

The plane touched down smoothly on the runway, its wheels skidding lightly before settling into a steady roll. Melody didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until she finally let it out, slow and shaky. She was in Malibu. She turned her head slightly and looked at Logan. He was already looking at her sweetly. “You okay?” he asked softly. She nodded, then laughed under her breath. “I think so. I just… I didn’t expect to be this nervous.” His hand found hers almost immediately, fingers lacing through hers in a way that felt natural, reassuring. He had been holding her hand for most of the flight, especially when turbulence had shaken the plane earlier. Every time she tensed, he squeezed her fingers gently, grounding her. Giving her almost a million kisses on her forehead. “You’ll be fine,” he said. “They’re not as scary as you think.” She raised an eyebrow. “Your mother already sounds terrifying, Logan.” He chuckled. “Okay, maybe one of them is.” That didn’t help. They

Melody stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her hands over the white garden dress for what felt like the tenth time, even though it already sat perfectly on her body. The fabric fell gently around her knees, simple but elegant, the kind of dress that made you stand out. She had chosen it carefully, not too formal, not too plain. Just enough.Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a white bow tied neatly at the base. She tilted her head slightly, studying her reflection. The girl in the mirror looked calm, composed, like someone who belonged in a place like this. But inside, her chest was tight. Logan's mother would be looking at her the whole night, waiting for her to make a mistake, judging her.The mansion tour never happened.Not because it was forgotten but because she and Logan got carried away. What started as a quickie soon turned into two whole love making sessions, and they both slept off in each other's arms exhausted. By the time they’d realized how much time had sli