<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan’s expression darkened when he saw me bleeding.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He nced at Porter–who was still itching for a fight–before subtly signaling to the man beside him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the next moment, all I saw was a burly shadow darting from Logan’s side andnding a couple of quick ps on Porter before delivering a powerful kick at him</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Porter had been in the crowd earlier, shouting that he would make me pay. But now, he’d been instantly put in his ce after those hits.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He scrambled to his feet and was about to charge at me again until he saw the man standing before him. His face went pale, and his lips trembled. “M–Mr. Wood?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan stared at him. “Did you hit her?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Porter held his face and looked aggrieved. “That crazy woman hit me first! Look, just look… He leaned forward and tried to show Logan his injuries.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan looked away in disgust. Meanwhile, the burly man from earlier intently red at the crowd before him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Intimidated, the group of dandies remained silent in the man’s presence. Each of them turned mute once they caught sight of Logan too.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Soon, the manager of the restaurant and the security guards rushed over.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The manager paled at the sight of Logan. “M–Mr. Wood, this must be a misunderstanding. Pleasee inside to rest and clean up the blood.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The manager looked at me in concern. “Ms. York, you’re bleeding! Pleasee in and let us take care of that. You’ve lost quite a bit of blood.”</font></font>Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan stared at Porter and his group before he said to the manager in a low voice, “Don’t let any of them leave.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With that, we were nked by several fawning managers as Logan led me back into the restaurant.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I wiped my face with the hot towel handed to me by one of the waiters in the lounge.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Let me see,” Logan took over the towel and wiped my hands.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">There were a few scratches on my arms from the scuffle, but my face was rtively unscathed. The blood from earlier was merely a nosebleed caused by the hit.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan then carefully checked my limbs. He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath brushing against the back of my hand.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It sent a shiver through me, and I awkwardly pulled my hand back. “I’m fine.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan nced at me and adjusted his sses. “Whether you’re fine or not Isn’t for you to decide.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nced at the row of people standing outside the lounge. They looked defeated, and I couldn’t help but feel satisfied.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan seemed to have read my thoughts and said, “Feeling proud of yourself, hmm?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I pretended not to hear him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chacteas</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In contrast, Teri chimed in beside him and chattered away, “Logan, they were the ones who started it with their nastyments first. Ari is usually timid and gentle. There’s no way she would’ve hit them first if they hadn’t been so nasty.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan shot me a look and adjusted his sses. “Gentle, huh?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri suddenly found herself at a loss for words, especially since she had also been shocked by my outburst earlier.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">We had been friends since childhood. We had gotten into many troubles and pulled pranks together, but she had never seen me take on a whole group like I did earlier. I had single handedly made those dandies flee in terror.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan took my slender hand and asked, “Does it hurt?</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nodded. “A little.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">My hand was red and swollen all the pping I did. However, I was sure those jerks were hurting a lot more.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan then ced some ice on my hand and slowly said, “Don’t be so impulsive next time…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I casually hummed in response to assure him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Then, Logan said, “Just remember to grab something before you hit someone. You wouldn’t want to hurt. your hand, would you?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was speechless.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, amotion seemed to have broken out outside the lounge as we were talking.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I frowned and looked over to see what was happening</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sure enough, I saw Elijah storming in with a darkened expression.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Porter hurried over to him and chattered away as he pointed at his face and injured arms. The others also seemed to have found their savior and flocked around him toin about what had happened.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri and I exchanged nces before she cursed, “What rotten luck!”</font></font>