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Under Ethan’s and Tessa’s hopeful gazes, I finally nodded.
Deep down, however, I left myself a reminder: if Logan got involved with Selene again, I wouldn’t hesitate to leave him, even after we were married.
Everyone at the dinner table let out a collective sigh of relief after I agreed. The atmosphere lightened, becoming warm and cheerful.
Of course, I couldn’t leave after dinner.
Back in the bedroom, both Logan and I felt somewhat awkward, even more
so than last time.
“You should take a shower first,” Logan said.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Nora calling. I glanced at Logan. “Go
ahead and shower. I’ll take this call.”
After Logan went into the bathroom, I answered Nora’s call.
“Elaine, you didn’t come back to my place yesterday, and you didn’t come today either. You’re not back at the Mercer estate, are you?” Nora’s voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity.
Looking at the large bed in the room, I hummed softly in reply.
“Are you and Logan back together?” Nora asked, surprised.
I bit my lip. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”
Nora fell silent for a while. When she finally spoke, her tone was cautious. “Have you thought it through?”
I walked to the window, gazing at the half–moon outside. “The moon waxes and wanes, just like human emotions–there are good days and bad days. He’s blocked Selene’s contact information and promised not to see her again. I want to give him one more chance.” I paused before adding softly, “One last chance.”
Nora knew me well. Since I’d made up my mind, she didn’t try to persuade
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me otherwise. Instead, she gently reminded me, “Elaine, just remembe safety and happiness are what you’re looking for in a mant
“Okay,” I replied before hanging up, I stood there for a moment, lost in thought. My mind felt oddly blank–neither sad nor happy
Suddenly, I felt a chill as Logan embraced me from behind. He was wearing only pajama pants, and droplets of water clung to his arms where he hadn’t dried off completely. The man exuded a wild and sensual energy.
His lips brushed against my neck, lightly nibbling, sending tingles through me and making every nerve in my body tense.
I knew what he wanted, but I held his hand firmly. “Let’s wait until tomor row,”
We were getting married tomorrow anyway. One day wouldn’t make a diffe
rence.
Logan stiffened but didn’t force me. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hand and kissed my cheek softly.
“Take a shower and go to bed early,” he said. “We’ll go register first thing in the morning. Let’s try to be the first in line.”
His urgency was almost comical, as though he were racing against time.
I laughed. “Is there a prize for being the first?”
He hesitated before replying, “There is.”
His eagerness was endearing, but I left it at that. It was wise to avoid pus hing the moment further.
I went to the bathroom and stayed there for almost an hour. When I finally came out, Logan was already asleep. Perhaps not wanting me to feel embarrassed, he had set his phone to silent and placed it on the bedside
table.
Although nothing had happened between us tonight, the memory of what had occurred the other night still haunted me. I couldn’t shake the fear of his phone ringing.
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That night, my sleep was restless, filled with strange dreams. In one, Logan drove to a riverside. He sat drinking in a cave with his car door wide open. A snake slithered in and out of the car, eventually transforming into a monkey that jumped around wildly.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside, Logan was sound asleep beside
me,
I turned to look at him, taking in his high nose bridge, long curled
eyelashes, and perfectly shaped under–eye area. Men with slightly thick lips like his were said to be fortunate and faithful.
As I was lost in my thoughts, Logan suddenly opened his eyes, catching me off guard. Despite how familiar we were with each other, my heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks flushed. “Morning,” I greeted him quietly.
“Good morning,” Logan mumbled, his voice husky from sleep. Then, with a faint smile, he added, “Mrs. Mercer.”
I froze, startled by his words. My cheeks burned even more as I shifted back slightly and quickly got out of bed to freshen up in the bathroom.
When I came out, Logan had already left the bedroom. I picked out a white shirt dress from the closet and paired it with a pale yellow coat. The ensemble made me feel fresh and light, ready for the day ahead.
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