An Observation Log Of My Fiance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll photograph plenty. That one was mine.” He looked at the water. “I’ve watched this population for seven years,” he said. “She’s never been that close.” “I know,” she said. “I read the observations log.” He looked at her. “You read the observations log?” he said. “All seven years,” she said. “Before I came.” He was quiet. “Why?” he said. “Because they’re your birds,” she said. “I wanted to understand what I was coming into.”

Logan teased me, bringing me back to reality. I couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Come on, Mr Jealous," I said to him, "those two I'm watching just found their mates, and there is a female and male romantically entangled as you can see. And I am not drooling over anyone." Logan looked at me with a smile on his face, clearly happy for the couple before us. "I know, babe," he said, "I'm happy for them too." As we watched Lydia and Reagan together, I couldn't help but think about our relationship. Logan had been my mate for a while now, and I couldn't imagine my life without him. We had our ups and downs, but we always managed to work things out.

I said. We embarked on our journey back home, the silence between us filled with a pleasant tension. Although we engaged in sporadic conversation, there was an unspoken understanding between us. The day had brought us closer, revealing layers of ourselves that we had not yet explored. I felt grateful for the opportunity to learn more about Logan, to glimpse into his past and the life he had lived. It deepened my connection with him, making me eager to uncover even more.

"I neglected to ask—do you have a preference for where we should spend our mating moon?" The idea of a honeymoon in the rugged outer territories was a beautiful dream, but the reality of my work at the Citadel was a collar around my neck. "No. My schedule is far too packed for a journey right now. I cannot abandon my post." Logan turned toward the window, watching the mist roll in over the Harbor View Apartment. He pressed his fingers to his temple, a rare look of frustration crossing his face. For the first time, he couldn't find the rhythm of my heart. He had dismantled the syndicate and cleared my name; what had he missed?

Watching her chest rise and fall, listening to the tiny hum she made in her sleep, something in me softened. I wasn’t the same girl who once begged for her mother’s attention. I was someone new. Loved. Chosen. I walked into the bedroom, the light already dimmed. Logan stood near the window, removing his watch. His eyes flicked to me the moment I entered. “I meant what I said back there,” he said. I raised a brow. “About ruining Sebastian’s company?” “No.” He walked toward me. “About you being my fiancée.” I stopped moving. “You’re serious.”

She knelt beside me, her face inches from mine, and gently placed her hand on my forehead. Her touch was warm and surprisingly soothing, yet it did little to quell the storm of questions and fears swirling inside me. “Are you sick or something?” Sophie demanded, her voice tinged with irritation. “It’s the 26th of June, 2024… your wedding day! Just stop all this drama and go get married to Logan.” she said like she wanted me to. The name "Logan" hit me like a jolt of electricity. My mind struggled to catch up with her words. “Getting married to Logan? And I walk?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.

Zephyrus’ POV I couldn’t wait to wrap this up and return to our little log cabin. I loved Lena’s idea immensely of a honeymoon. She was right! I wanted this to be more a sexcapade than anything else. She had no idea about the sinful thoughts invading my mind all the time. I didn’t just desire her. I pined for her, craved her with every cell of my body, with every breath I took. It was so deep-rooted inside me, I sometimes feared I would crush her with the intensity of my feelings for her.

I saw Kiana coming down the stairs, having just finished taking care of Logan. But even as I tried to focus on the present, the thought of that manipulated photo of me and Asher in bed wouldn’t leave my mind. It made my stomach churn. Logan had made it crystal clear that there was to be no involvement with any other man while we were in this contract marriage, and I had held up my end of the bargain. With that in mind, I walked up the steps to Logan’s room to call him down for breakfast. I slowly knocked on the door, then turned the knob and stepped in.

Bianca bit her lip hard and looked at me with a pleading expression, hoping I would help her out. But I simply looked away. I had no intention of engaging with her anymore. She really thought I was some kind of fool, ready to take the blame for everything. In the end, Bianca could only awkwardly explain herself to everyone. "Logan was joking, Dad. We had a fight, and he was talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously." Before Bianca could finish calming her parents down, I dropped another bomb. I showed her pregnancy test results and the records of her and Theo booking hotel rooms together.

"It's Saturday. I thought I'd let you sleep." I nod, the gathering emotion in my chest causing me to lose my breath. "I wanted to watch," I whisper. And Locke only nods, because he's used to it. Not only that, he loves it. The way I watch. The way I stalk him. We might have gotten married three years ago in the south of France, but I've never lost my desire to admire him from a distance. Too feed my fixation from a parked car or behind a tree in the park. Just as often, however, I sense his presence, his eyes on me when I can't see him—and I know he's stalking me in return. I know he's hard in his briefs, sweating, watching the wind lift up my short skirt. And I know he loves and hates it. S