An Observation Log Of My Fiance の小説・ストーリー

Charlotte’s POV Logan held my hand as we walked, and our eyes were filled with deep desire. I stared at him helplessly, happy that he no longer had anything to hide from me. We intertwined our fingers and smiled at each other as we walked down the hall. Then as we stepped inside, the lights turned on, and I held my breath as I saw the mafia king sitting on the couch with his men. They turned their heads to me, and he smirked, “Where have you been, sweet couple?”

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

“As your assistant, I was used to standing behind you, always outside the range of camera. It’s hard to change.” “Then I’ll just keep holding onto your hand, making sure you’re beside me,” Logan said. “You aren’t hiding in the shadows anymore. You are my wife, and I’ll make sure the whole world knows it.” I dropped my head back onto the shoulder. “It will get easier in time,” Logan said. “In time, you won’t even remember how nervous you are now.” “I hope so,” I told him, and meant it. Back at the apartment, we packed our things and loaded up the car for our trip back to Russford. Our plan, drive there, arriving in the evening. Stay the night. Visit the Christopher’s in the morning. And then

Sometimes he’ll even help me make breakfast and get dad ready. One thing that has been gnawing in the back of my mind is that we never go out in public. To be honest, I’m not sure what we are. Are we a couple? Maybe I’m overthinking it. I mean, we’ve only been together for a week. I need to stop thinking about this, or I’ll drive myself crazy. The evening is pleasant. Bella and Logan are seriously kind and make every effort to make me comfortable. Ewan has also been sweet. He’ll sit close and wrap his arm around my shoulder or kiss my temple.

The scariest thing is that I’m not even sure if we are still a couple at this point. Some things that happened in these past three days felt like tearing my heart open. Logan completely ignored me all these days and the only time we see each other is at night when we are about to sleep. There too I always pretend to sleep when he comes to the bedroom after his work because I’m scared to find out that he doesn’t want to do anything with me anymore. When I get up in the morning, he will be already gone. There are no words exchanged between the two of us unless in front of Grecia. Even then, too I’m pretty sure others can notice the awkward tension between us. I just hope Grecia doesn’t catch u

Excitement surged through his parents, prompting them to abandon their tasks and rush to the hospital to meet his partner. "What's the situation with your fiancee?" they asked. Logan solemnly replied, "Dad, Mom, have a seat. Let me talk to you first. Don't startle her." - In the garden. Logan's parents sat, and he brought two cups of coffee from the vending machine. "Dad, Mom, my fiancee is Esther Quill," he said. Logan's parents, perplexed, asked, "Oliver's niece? Bradley's ex-wife? Isn't she deceased?"

He whispered love into my skin, and I melted again and again. We made love like it was our first time. Like we were rediscovering the map of each other’s soul. And the passion? Let’s just say it rewrote our story. The next morning, I woke up to breakfast in bed... and suitcases by the door. “Why the luggage?” I asked, mouth full of pancakes. Logan grinned. “You mean where are we going? Honeymoon. Paris. Santorini. Morocco take your pick.” Your choice.. he said still grinning like a child

And I love him dearly. "Let's go make another bundle of joy." Logan whispered in my ears making me wet down there. Even though we've been married for almost seven years now he still has the effect on me. "Let's" I said as he carried me bridal style to our room. And we lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER. * * * *

“He’s… he’s showing up. In the quiet ways. And I guess I forgot how that used to feel.” Phil doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, “You deserve someone who chooses you every day, not just when he’s afraid of losing you.” “I know,” I whisper. But Logan is choosing me. Every day. In a thousand small, patient ways. And I think—I think I’m choosing him back. Slowly. Later that night, I open my journal. It’s the first time in weeks I’ve written more than a sentence. I write about the movie. About Missy’s sleepy warmth. About Logan’s steady eyes.

I can pride myself on that. I place the stack of spreadsheets and the budget for this upcoming year onto his desk. I straighten it out just the way he likes it, making sure that all the pages he needs to sign are tagged with green tabs. My eyes float to the decorations on his desk, noticing that he has added pictures of us from our wedding and other dates on his desk. My heart swells at the site. It just reaffirms that Logan and I are meant for each other, that we love one another, and do not have to worry about other men and women coming into our lives to destroy what we have built.