Chapter 225: She Couldnât Deny He Was in Her Heart Logan stared at the woman in front of him like a starving man, afraid she might vanish in the next second.
"Iâm not just loitering," he said softly. "Iâm here to take you home."
Without hesitation, Selina replied, "Iâm not going back."
Loganâs eyes darkened briefly, then he let out a small, understanding laugh.
"Alright. Itâs fine. Stay here and enjoy your time with Damien."
Selina shot him a sharp look.
"Donât call him by his first name. You two arenât close!"
What nerve. Damien was her older brotherâwhat did Logan have to do with him?
Loganâs eyes softened at her spirited expression. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he suddenly pressed a hand to his stomach.
Selina noticed. "Whatâs wrong?"
His voice was hoarse. "I havenât eaten all day. My stomach hurts."
She immediately recalled something Miller Butler once saidâthat Logan had grown up struggling, often without enough to eat, which had left him with a chronic stomach condition.
Stomach pain from hunger... there was plenty of food in the kitchen...
Wait, what was she doing? Feeling sorry for this man? No way.
She pulled out her phone. "Iâll call Jack to come pick you up."
Logan let out a quiet sigh.
"Mrs. Reid, do you think Iâm the kind of boss who wakes his employees at 2 a.m.?"
Selina choked. "Donât call me Mrs. Reid!"
Without arguing, Logan took a step back, his tone respectful.
"Okay. Selina. Even if thereâs nothing to eat, can I at least come in, sit down, and have a cup of tea before I leave?"
Selina had never seen him this wayâbrows furrowed, complexion paleâso different from his usual detached demeanor.
Was he... really in pain?
Sure, she didnât want to give him food, but not even a cup of hot water? That sounded cruel. What if someone saw? Theyâd say Mr. Brownâs house was so poor they couldnât even afford to boil water...
With a sharp sigh, she muttered, "Fine. Come in. Rest a bit and then leave."
Logan followed her inside without missing a beat.
In the living room, she kept the lights dim so she wouldnât wake Damien.
"You wait here. Iâll get you some waterâHey, what are you doing?"
Just as she turned to leave, Logan grabbed her wrist. "Iâll get it myself."
Selina narrowed her eyes. "You sure youâre really in pain? Iâve never seen someone with a stomachache walk that fast."
He raised an eyebrow calmly.
"Selina, I just didnât want to trouble you. Itâs the middle of the night, and you shouldnât have to take care of a sick man like me."
She almost stammered, almost lost her temper.
"If you hadnât stood outside in the cold all night, you wouldnât be sick, and I wouldnât have to take care of you."
Logan paused and then murmured, "But what can I do? I just wanted to see you."
Thump.
Thump.
Selina could hear her heart pounding in her chest. The world seemed to fall silent.
She almost softened.
But noâLogan and Angelicaâs situation was still unresolved. That was a ticking time bomb. And Angelica had even texted Logan about divorce...
Selinaâs softened expression quickly turned cold again.
"Thereâs steak in the fridge. If youâre hungry, cook it yourself. Iâm going to bed."
Logan gave her a gentle nod. "Alright. Rest well."
Selina: "..."
What was that? She was the one saying sheâd go rest, but when Logan said it, it felt like she was being dismissed.
Weird. She never used to overthink stuff like this.
...Itâs Loganâs fault for interrupting her sleep. Thatâs it. Sheâs just cranky from being tired. Absolutely nothing else.
After Selina left, Logan headed into the kitchen.
Not long after, the sizzle of the stove quieted, and two steaks were plated.
He carried the plates upstairs and gently knocked on Selinaâs bedroom door.
Selina was lying in bed, forcing herself to sleepâbut every time she shut her eyes, her mind would wander back to Logan.
What was he doing downstairs? Had he finished cooking the steak?
Had he eaten yet? If he had, wouldnât he leave now?
Why hadnât she heard the door open?
Had he left or not?
Thoughts tangled in her head like a never-ending loop, and sleep was impossible.
The more she thought, the more irritated she becameâuntil suddenly, a knock at the door broke the silence.
"Who is it? What do you want!"
A familiar voice replied, gentle and warm, "Selina, want some steak?"
The room went quiet for a beat. Selinaâs brain nearly crashed.
Wait a second... that voiceâLogan?!
She yanked open the door. Logan stood there with a soft expression, looking gentle and harmless.
"I made two servings."
Selina stared at him blankly. "I donât want it."
Like one steak could win her over? Dream on.
Logan chuckled. "Hmm? Then what would Selina like to eat?"
She froze.
Did he not get it? She was rejecting him. Clearly.
But Logan spoke softly, coaxingly, "Itâs just a steak, donât overthink it. Whether you eat or not, I wonât ask for anything in return. Iâll just leave it here for you, alright?"
And he really didâsetting it down without any intention of eating with her upstairs.
Selina stared at his retreating back, torn.
She knew married couples should talk things through when something was wrong...
But how was she supposed to start?
Were those text messages real? Was Angelica really that important?
If it came down to his savior or his wifeâwho would he choose?
There were no easy answers.
Halfway down the hall, Logan suddenly turned back.
"Selina," he said, "no matter what happens... please believe in how I feel about you."
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Before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out: "You said taking Angelica to the hot springs resort was her final request... Now that both conditions are fulfilled... does that mean youâll never see her again?"
She regretted it the moment she spoke.
What was she thinking? Angelica had just saved his lifeâagain.
"Yes. I wonât see her again."
Selinaâs eyes widened.
Logan continued calmly, "Mrs. Reid, if thereâs anything you want, just ask. Iâm your husband. Youâre not a stranger to me."
Her heart pounded louder, faster.
She could barely contain it.
Biting her lip, she masked the storm inside with a blank expressionâthen slammed the door shut.
"Oh. Iâm going to sleep."