Chapter 305: Did I Scare You?
Jackâs expression turned sharp.
Logan had been adopted by the Carter family as a childâbut their intentions had never been pure.
To them, he was nothing more than a walking blood bank.
Everyone in the Main Carter bloodline carried a hereditary illnessâfrom Old Mr. Carter down to Jacob. Jacobâs condition was especially severe.
Back then, Logan was Jacobâs personal blood supply.
Whenever that golden-boy heir fell ill, Loganâthe orphan theyâd "taken in"âwas bled without mercy.
He was just a kid, passing out from blood loss, and the Carter family didnât care in the slightest.
As long as their precious heir stayed alive, Loganâs well-being was irrelevant.
It continued like that until Logan finally broke away from them.
But now, over a decade later, the Carters still dared to come knocking?
They must be out of their damn minds.
"Sir, should I send a warning to the Carter family?" Jack asked, voice low.
Loganâs tone was casual, almost lazy. "Have Jaxon come back."
Jackâs eyes lit up.
"You want my brother back? Understood, sir."
...
When they arrived at Sapphire Valley Villa, Selina was still asleep.
Logan didnât wake her.
Instead, he leaned down, scooped her into his arms, and carried her straight into the master bedroom, gently laying her on the bed.
...
But Selina didnât sleep well.
Somewhere in the haze of dreaming, she saw a sky full of rosesâBlood-red, blooming endlessly.
Beneath her feet, snow. Cold.
And blood spreading across it like paint.
The surreal, disjointed images made her realize:
She was dreaming.
But... dreaming what, exactly?
It felt like someone was whispering urgently in her earâ
"Theyâre still chasing youârun."
"If Iâm not back in an hour, take this path and leave. Got it?"
"Hey, we meet again. Iâm glad youâre okay."
"Mm... just a scratch. Iâll live."
"My blood looks like roses? Selina, youâve got quite the imagination."
"I left a rose on the tenth-floor window. If youâre sureâtake it. Okay?"
Selina clutched her forehead.
The words, fuzzy and unreal, sent a sharp ache through her brain.
What the hell was this?
She had no memory of anything like it.
Why would she dream something so strange?
BANGâ
A gunshot tore through her ears.
Selina jerked around.
Everything turned crimson. Someone collapsed in front of her.
He was saying something... but she couldnât hear it.
The wind, the cries, the explosionsâthey all overwhelmed her hearing.
His voice was faint, like a leaf drifting across water.
She couldnât hold on to it. It vanished.
A tear slid down Selinaâs cheek.
Why?
Who was that man?
Why was she crying?
The dream dissolved.
She stood frozen in the void, unable to move.
"L..."
She thought she called out his nameâ
But the moment it left her lips, she couldnât remember what it was.
Selina struggled to wake up, to pull herself free from the dreamâs gripâ
"Ah!"
She shot up in bed, breathing hard.
Outside the window, the sun was just beginning to set.
Before she could fully gather herself, a familiar male voice sounded:
"Mrs. Reid... dreaming about me?"
Selina whipped around.
Only then did she realizeâLogan was sitting quietly at the edge of her bed.
The room was dim.
He hadnât touched her. Just sat there in silence.
Selina huffed, "I was not dreaming about you."
Logan didnât even look up.
He simply replied with a light hum, "Not dreaming about me? Then why were you calling my name?"
Selinaâs throat tightened.
That dream had been too vivid... and yet too surreal.
She wanted to know who she had called in that momentâShe only remembered the sound of an L.
Could it have been... Logan?
If it was him, Then who had been by her side in that dream?
Could it have been him all along?
Selina swallowed nervously, her face flushed.
"You heard me say your name in my sleep? Are you sure?"
If that was true...
Logan paused for a beat.
"Not exactly."
Selinaâs flicker of hope instantly vanished.
"Then whyâd you say I was dreaming about you?!"
"âI heard you call out a name that started with an L," Logan finished calmly.
Then, with a meaningful glance, he asked: "If that wasnât for me... then tell me, Mrs. Reidâwhat other guy in your dreams has a name starting with L?"
L...
No way. Sheâd actually called out Logan in a life-or-death dream?!
No, no, it had to be a fake dream. Just a dream!
And yet sheâd overthought it this much...
Selina suddenly became visibly flustered.
She shifted awkwardly on the bed and denied it flat-out.
"Who says I was calling you? I was clearly calling for Luke!"
...
Three seconds of silence.
Then Logan let out a low chuckle.
"Heh."
He made a mental note to have a friendly chat with Luke sometime soon.
Itâd been a while since Luke had been properly disciplined anyway.
...
Selina glanced at the clockâit was around 6 p.m., the light outside dim, but still bright enough not to need a lamp.
She couldnât be bothered to turn one on. She got out of bed, threw on a robe, and was about to head downstairs for dinner.
"You havenât rested since we got back?"
Theyâd been up all night. And now he still hadnât slept?
Did he think he was Superman?
To her surprise, Logan shook his head.
"Slept two hours."
Selina frowned.
"Then why were you sitting on the edge of the bed?"
He answered evenly, "No reason. I just woke up not long ago."
Really...? Something felt off.
As she turned back, she asked, "Miller Butlerâs already made dinner. Youâre not coming down to eat?"
Logan nodded.
"Yeah. Iâll be right there."
He stood upâAnd suddenly, a loud crashing noise echoed through the room.
Clang!
A vase had fallen and shattered on the floor.
Selinaâs heart jumped. She quickly turned on the light and rushed over.
"How did that fall? Are you hurt?!"
Logan looked up calmly.
But as their eyes met, Selina froze.
His gazeâIt was distant. Unfocused. Like a brilliant gem dulled by dust.
He was looking at her... but his eyes werenât truly seeing her.
They were vacant.
Selinaâs stomach dropped.
A thought flashed through her mind.
She lifted her hand and waved it twice in front of his face.
No response.
Loganâs eyes didnât shiftânot even slightly.
Like he couldnât see at all.
Wait...
Suddenly, it clicked.
Ever since she woke up, Logan had just been sitting there. No lights, no movement.
He said heâd been "just sitting for a bit."
But what ifâhe couldnât leave?
What if he couldnât move around freely... because he couldnât see?
Even though the room was dim, it wasnât pitch black. Anyone else could still make things out.
Selinaâs concern spiked.
"Are you hurt? Iâll call Butler Miller to check on youâ"
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Wait... whatâs going on with Logan?
Before she could ask, he spoke first.
freewebnøvel.coɱ "Itâs just night blindness. No need to worry."
Then, with a small smirk: "Did I scare you, Mrs. Reid?"