My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Logan glanced at Jasper briefly before uttering a simple, "Sure. Esther, I'll step out for a bit."

Esther had seen Jasper at her engagement party before, so she didn't intervene, seeing Logan and Jasper together without animosity.

"Alright."

Logan led Jasper to the rooftop of the hospital building.

The night was dark. From afar, the streets were bustling with traffic.

Logan and Jasper stood silently on the rooftop, gazing at the distant sky. The city lights were too dazzling, obscuring the stars' radiance.

"Mr. Foster, I heard from Mr. Sinclair that you know everything," Jasper commented.

Logan hummed indifferently.

"Have you ever loved someone..." Jasper paused halfway. "I hope she's happy. As long as she's happy, I'm willing to do anything."

asked, "How much do you

man with extreme possessiveness. Beyond that, I'd rather not say." Jasper smiled with a sense of loss. "Mr. Foster, I came here today hoping

Searle, which 'her' do you

beautiful and radiant, like the brightest star in the night sky if she hadn't fallen for Bradley,"

silent. So did Jasper. Sometimes, few words were

Logan

their handsome faces as they stood

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in the

at the gift Jasper had

of fans for being romantic and wealthy. He was depicted as actively involved in charity, a devout believer, and

Jasper's wrist, noticing the unusual background of the rosary. She flipped through

Just then, Logan returned.

looking at?"