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Chapter 65

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora quickly checked on me. “Ms. York, don’t worry about the cleanup. Just wash your hands and go join Mr. Wood to watch TV.” Then, she shot me a knowing look.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing themotion, Logan came over to us.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora quickly nudged me in his direction. “Mr. Wood, please take Ms. York away from here. She shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Before I could react, I stumbled into Logan’s arms. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized Lora had given me a firm push.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan caught me and looked at my damp clothes. He gently guided me away, saying, “Go change into something dry.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nodded absentmindedly and headed to change. By the time I returned in fresh clothes, Logan wo already seated on the couch, watching the news.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I stood awkwardly for a moment before finally settling onto the couch a short distance away from him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">To be honest, Logan wasn’t as cold and distant as I had expected. In fact, he reminded me a lot of Jon from my memories.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yet, for some reason, there always seemed to be a palpable barrier between us. Despite his proximity, I struggled to fully grasp him, let alone understand him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As I was lost in my thoughts, Logan patted the spot next to him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Come sit here.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I simply looked at him nkly. His sses reflected the cold light of the TV, and his tone had an</font></font>


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


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why are you sitting so far away? Come over here and watch TV with me.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Oh.” I gradually moved closer and eventually settled beside him, making sure to leave some space between us. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The TV was broadcasting news from around the world, and I found myself captivated. With my memory still hazy, these current events felt particrly intriguing.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Eventually, Logan’s voice broke the silence. “I have a pretty good idea of who sent the flowers today. You don’t need to worry. He probably won’t bother you again.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I replied, “I actually liked the flowers. It’s a shame they had to be thrown away.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan noticed how intently I was watching the TV, and a subtle smile appeared on his face. “You like flowers? Aren’t you allergic to them?”</font></font>This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“No, I’m not allergic. In fact, I love flowers. It’s just unfortunate that my mom is allergic to pollen, could never grow many at home.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If there was one regret from my 18 years of growing up, it was that our garden had been filled with unattractive flowers. It simply couldn’tpete with the beautiful gardens of others.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan smiled and asked, “What kind of flowers do you like?”</font></font>


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


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I responded, “Peonies, roses… honestly, I love any flower that blooms beautifully.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan chuckled softly. “Is it true that every woman likes flowers?”</font></font>


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


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


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His question pulled me from my thoughts, and I answered sincerely. “Of course. Every woman loves flowers, as long as she’s not allergic to pollen.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I sighed. “It’s a shame, really. I never imagined the most beautiful flowers I’d ever receive would be from a total creep</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan, who had just taken a sip of water, suddenly choked.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nced at him curiously. “What’s wrong?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Noticing how he struggled to hold back a smile, it was clear he was trying not tough.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Adjusting his sses, Logan replied calmly. “It’s nothing. However, the person who sent those flowers. probably isn’t a creep.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was confused. “How can you be so sure? If someone spends a fortune on flowers but doesn’t leave their name, that screams stalker. How could he not be a creep?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">My anxiety began to rise. “If he’s not a creep, then he’s definitely a stalker. Should we report this to the police?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“No need for that,” Logan said, casually dismissing the topic.</font></font>
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