catally booke the silence and said, "We''re going to have fondian cuisine. The restaurant


    pave Logan the name of the restaurant, and be respondedicily, "Tondian cuisine? What''s so delicious about it?"


    I was at a loss for words In the next monem, Logan''s cold voice cose over the phone. "I''ll be there in 20 minutes. You''d better behave yourself, Norman." Then, the call ended, and an eerie silence hung in the car. No


    drove the car, and he wore an interitable expression couldn''t tell if he was upset or happy.


    tearefully felt him out "Logan probably isn''t in a good mood today,"


    Norman turned the steering wheel and chuckled. "It''d be tare If he''s in a foul mood"


    Lasked. "Why?


    He whistled and added. "He rarely shows emotions on a daily basis. I always call him a money-making machine"


    Money-making machine? I was stumped when I heard what he said. It looked like Logan and Norman didn''t share the best rtionship.


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    We arrived at the Jndian restaurant very soon, pust as Norman parked his car, a staff member was already waiting for us by the car door. "Excuse me, but are you Mr. Norman and Ms. York? Mr. Logan is waiting for you on the third floor." Norman chuckled. "He''s fast." He followed the staff member upstairs as he spoke. All I could do was follow them while I felt a sense of unease in my gut.


    Once we arrived at the private room and opened the doce, we saw a table full of delicios for Landan dishes Logan was wearing a storm expression and sitting in the middle seat. He cast a cold gaze at Norman, who sashayed into the room, before turning it to me I couldn''t but hunch a little. "H-Hi. Lopan."


    Logan enacted gently and pointed at the seat next to him. "Take a seat."


    Tobediently at where he pointed. He scanned me from head to toe and frowned "Why do you look so pale? You were discharged for less than two days, but you''re already going all over the


    I hurriedly exined, "It''s not what you think. I put on some foundation. That''s why you think look pale


    Timmediately took the wet tissue from the table and wiped off the foundation on my face. Logan was so amused by my response that he chuckled.


    He held my hand. "There''s alcohol in the wet tissue, you silly pose."


    Then, Logs turned to the staff member and said, "Get some fresh towels?


    The staff member nodded and turned around to leave, but Logan added, "Make sure they''re warm


    The staff member exced the private room, leaving the three of us in there along with some fondian dishes Nouman picked up the cutlery with a smile and got ready to eat


    Logan nced at him coldly "Tasked you toe back to thepany. Why didn''t you do it?"


    Norman shook his head "There''s no way I''m going back"


    Logan''s expression new old when heard what Normun said. "You need a day job"


    Norman siled. "The Wood family only need you to hold down a job. So, stop interfering in someone else''s business—including mino."N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    Logan wanted to say something, but he decided against it eventually. Once the warm towels were sent in, I intended to wipe my face, but Logan reached out and grabbed one. Then, he wiped my Lace carefully [luded again. My cheeks burned out of shame.


    Norman''s expression looked strange. "Hey, stop showing me these sappy moments, Lagan."


    Logan pred him and gave me the buite and fork "You mus ''ve been Bungry. Go ahead, turk in


    I was already attracted by the fondian dishes. So, hurriedly dug into the Meanwhile, Logan leisurely put some food on my te and nagged at Norman from time to time. E pretended not to hear it and focused on any meal instead. i was merely taking diga a


    at Norman for not doing anything of working at Wood Group, and Norman responded half-heartedly,