Thankfully, he didn’t press me about the flour.
Instead, Logan guided me outside, then took off his jacket and draped it over my head.
“It’s cold and raining. You’re not dressed for this–be careful.”
Now that he mentioned it, I realized I really was freezing.
A shiver ran through me, and before I knew it, Logan pulled me into his arms.
Just as I was about to pull away, a familiar voice rang out.
“Logan, what a coincidence. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
I froze on the spot, my body stiff as a board.
Dylan’s gaze swept over the person in Logan’s arms–me. He smirked, intrigued.
“Looks like I’m interrupting something.”
“I had no idea Logan had a special someone. Who’s the lucky lady?”
My grip tightened on the jacket covering my head, terrified Logan would pull it away.
This was a nightmare.
But Logan?
He simply took two steps forward, then stopped and turned back to Dylan with an ice–cold stare.
“None of your damn business.”
The second Logan got me into the car, I couldn’t hold it in anymore–I burst out laughing.
In the dim car, his sharp, foxlike eyes locked onto me.
“You think that was funny?”
Rain dripped from his hair, soaking through his shirt.
I was still leaning against his chest, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body beneath the damp fabric.
His gaze grew intense.
Sure, we got our marriage license today and took wedding photos, but at the end of the day, we were still practically strangers.
I instantly straightened up, scooting to the/side, trying to look serious.
“Not at all. Not even a little.”
When we reached my apartment, I stepped out and turned to him, pressing my lips together.
“Thanks for the ride.”
Logan raised an eyebrow and reached into the backseat, pulling out a small cake.
Our Voure Wore Lies Ruit Your Revenge Will Be Very Real
Chapter 3
“I’m not wrong, am I? It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”
“Happy birthday, birthday girl.”
I stared at him in shock.
“How did you know today’s my birthday?”
Without answering, he unboxed the cake, carefully placing candles on it before lighting them one by one.
Logan pulled out the marriage certificate and pointed to the date.
“It’s right here. I told you I’d remember every special day between us.”
“Did you forget?”
In that moment, I felt my ears burn.
I hurried through my cake and bolted back to my apartment.
At some point, Dylan had returned, holding a box of cake.
I already had a pretty good guess.
This was his idea of “making it up to me.”
“Where’d you run off to? Took you long enough.”
“You’re really mad over a joke?”
“Come on, blow out the candles.”
