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."

"How much do you know about

only say he's a man with extreme possessiveness. Beyond that, I'd rather not say." Jasper smiled

do

the present her. In fact, the her from back then would be like the person you see today— beautiful and radiant, like the

silent. So did Jasper. Sometimes, few words were needed between

Logan could understand

faces as they stood silently, gazing into the

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the hospital

at the gift Jasper

for being romantic and wealthy. He was depicted as actively involved in charity, a devout believer, and often seen wearing a

photo of Jasper's wrist, noticing the unusual background of the rosary.

Just then, Logan returned.

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