Chapter 350 Vacation To Remember

Ella

The day had taken a sudden turn, and the collision with Logan was something I didn’t see coming. He was the last person I wanted to meet after our passionate-and very much accidental-encounter at the party over the weekend, but there he was, looking as unbothered as ever.

“Logan?” My voice betrayed my surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He only smirked, that signature, infuriating smirk of his, and he gestured to the coffee in my hand. “Let me pay for that for that for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, my hand tightly gripping my cup. “I already paid, and I was just leaving.”

I started to move past him, feeling the need to create some distance, but he followed me, trailing like an unwelcome shadow. My footsteps were brisk, but it didn’t matter. With his long strides, he kept up easily.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, not slowing my pace. “You didn’t even get your own coffee.”

“Didn’t come here for the coffee.” There it was again. That playful tone in his voice, implicating something more beyond a random chance encounter.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Logan cleared his throat. “One of the undercover bodyguards I hired for you saw you handling that Rogue, and I was in the area. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

My stride faltered for a moment. He was still having me watched? It was an intrusion, an annoyance, but I decided to let it slide, at least for now. We walked together, the silence stretched between us like a tightrope.

to a nearby park. “Let’s walk through here. It’s quicker

park was an easy shortcut, but I rarely walked through there. It was safer for me to stay on the crowded sidewalks, away from the spots where people hid behind trees, looking for unsuspecting women to rob. But with

park in companionable silence. At the center, amidst the swirl of trees, stood an old statue with a fountain at its base. It no longer ran, only a shadow of its former

Logan began, his voice softer, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words, “it used to

joy that had faded away long ago. “My mom used to bring me here,” he continued. “We

could almost see the image, a young Logan with his mother, laughter and love filling the air. “Was Harry there too?” I asked,

hesitated, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes. “Yes, Harry was there too.

painted a picture of a troubled childhood, marred by the contrast between two brothers. “One day,” he continued, his voice strained, “Harry threw a tantrum

still lingering. Harry seemed to have been a problem

write a whole book about it.” His voice held a mix of sorrow and resignation, a lifetime of dealing with a difficult sibling etched

he added, a note of reverence in his voice, “mom never played favorites. It was hard

said softly, my heart warmed by the image of

strength a testament to the past and the love shared there. “I’ll contact the parks and recreation department,” I found myself saying. “See about

eyes

realizing that time was slipping away, and work was waiting. “I need

offered, and

signifying the official start of my day. As we

broke the silence, his voice casual. “Have

pretense of us being a couple. It was ludicrous, risky, yet, perhaps it was necessary. I had almost forgotten about how

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