Chapter 283 Unsaid Words

Ella

As we pulled up to the lookout point, the dazzling city lights sprawled out beneath us like a twinkling tapestry.

The vastness of the view was breathtaking, and I felt a small shiver run down my spine, not from the cold, but from the sheer beauty of it all. Logan parked the car and turned off the ignition. The silence of the night was only punctuated by the faint hum of the city below.

“Come on,” he whispered, gesturing for me to follow. We clambered onto the hood of the car, the cool metal pressing into my legs, and sat side by side, staring out at the shimmering skyline.

The vast city lights stretched out before us, flickering in a rhythmic dance of night. It felt as if we were suspended between two worlds-the serenity of the elevated viewpoint and the bustling city below.

“It looks so small from up here,” I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cool metal of the car hood beneath us. “But when I’m in it, it feels endless.”

Logan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Big cities have that effect. What was your home city like?”

mind drifting back to earlier days. “I grew up in a penthouse in a beautiful part of the city. I had my own room, with

asked. I nodded, smiling at the memory. “Yes, right across the street. We went there all of the time. Many afternoons were spent there, with Moana. and my little sister. We’d have picnics beneath the willow trees,

particularly fond memory from my childhood, before Daisy was born and before Moana and my dad got together. It was back when

my words, looking out at the distant horizon. After a moment, he turned to me, his gaze searching. “Ella, is it true what they said at that party

knew what he was referring to. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Yeah, she isn’t my biological mom. And, yes, she was

one night stand.” He waited, giving me the

more of a mother to me than my biological mother ever was. She’s filled our home with love, warmth, and laughter. I’m so grateful she

on Logan’s lips. “She must be someone

is,” I replied, my heart full of gratitude. “We love each other dearly. She’s the reason I believe in unconditional love. She’s my

the night, softer than I’d ever heard it. “You’re very

making me thankful for the dim lighting. “Thank you,” I

machine we were perched on. “This is a really nice car,” I remarked, trailing

an underlying tension, like an unsaid secret just

car. And as soon as I was able to drive, I bought it and never

look at him,

“From my home life,” he murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive. I frowned, unsure if I should pry, but curiosity got the better of me. “Was it that bad? Your home life, I

his voice was low, as if he was sharing a heavy secret. “It wasn’t a good way to grow up,”

taken aback. “What

thought you get one or the other. But never both. I got the money part, sure, but the

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