Novel & Cerita An Observation Log Of My Fiance

Chapter 17 Abigail’s POV The rest of the day went better than expected. I actually enjoyed the attention Logan showered on me throughout the day. Deliberately putting his work to a halt. And I finally agreed to Gigi coming over and Logan agreed to not excessively monitor us whenever Gigi decides to visit. I woke up the next day, feeling refreshed and having a more positive outlook of this entire surrogacy thing. Yes, that was how easy it was for Logan to change my mindset just by giving me his time and attention.

But deep inside, I promised myself to be cautious, to keep on documenting every step, and to listen to my instincts. Days passed, and I just kept observing in private. There were days when Austin was totally normal, and there were days when I caught sneaky glances that left me wondering if he was keeping anything from me or not. I kept a small diary in my safe app, noting times, dates, and activities in three words or less.

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

Chapter 16 Sansa's Pov I stood in the exquisite wedding hall, dressed in a gorgeous peach gown, my heart racing as Logan fixed his gaze on mine. The air was filled with a pink aroma, his warm hands were interlaced with mine, and the intense excitement in his gaze made me blush. This was the happiest day of my life, a day I wanted to remember forever. Logan's velvety and adoring voice whispered, "I would never let you go," sending a surge of warmth through me. His sincere smile lit up his face, a witness to the affection we shared.

And most importantly, he didn't ask questions. The phone rang four times before he picked up. "Marcus speaking." "It's Logan. We worked together about a year ago." "I remember. What do you need?" "Surveillance. A woman and her... boyfriend." The word ‘boyfriend’ tasted like poison in my mouth. "I need to know where they go, who they see, what they do. Daily reports. Photos if possible. But it has to be invisible. They can't know they're being watched." "That's my specialty. What's the situation? Cheating spouse?"

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne