Chapter 25
I awkwardly smiled, “Oh, I see. I’ll tell my brother how kind you’ve been to me when he’s here and have him treat you to a fancy meal.”
After a moment of thought, I felt someone like Logan wouldn’t consider a meal anything special.
I quickly corrected myself. “Actually, no. I’ll tell my brother to not compete with you and let you take on good projects.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
Logan’s gaze deepened. “Is that how you plan to thank me?”
His question momentarily stunned me.
Then, Logan smiled and casually patted my head as if he were comforting a child. “There’s no need to stand on ceremony. I’d still help you with anything related to your affairs even if it wasn’t for your brother.” MConfused, I asked, “Why?”
Logan blinked at me mischievously. “Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody.”
I was completely bewildered. However, Logan didn’t seem inclined to explain further and left the room after a few pleasantries.
After that, I lay on the bed and stared at the IV drip as my mind started to wander. But even after a long while, I still couldn’t figure anything out: My mind still seemed utterly empty.
I was frustrated that I couldn’t remember much about my past with Elijah, and my childhood memories with Logan were just as hazy.
I only recalled a few fleeting moments, and I remembered that I used to call him Woody. But besides that, everything about him in my mind was nearly a blur.
But why d
I
it feel like Logan and I had shared a deep bond ever since my childhood?
I was puzzled.
Could it be that I was overthinking things? Was he particularly attentive to me because he was close to my brother?
I glanced at the large IV bottle beside me and sighed. It was such a large bottle.
It looked like I would be stuck here for a while.
raw
It was already past eight in the evening when I woke up again.
A nurse gently shook me awake and removed the IV drip. Then, she e
around a bit.
After that, I hurried to the bathroom to wash my face.
me to get up and walk
It was then that I realized how pale and puffy I looked. But on the bright side, the puffiness gave my overly thin face a hint of baby fat.
I pinched my cheeks, and for some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity with myself again.
As I looked in the mirror, I felt quite pleased with myself. My face still looked good. At least the beautiful daughter of the York family hadn’t yet turned into a wom–out housewife.
At that moment, I silently vowed to eat well and exercise regularly once I recovered. After all, I needed to
regain the youthful version of myself at 18 and reclaim my seven lost years.
Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I nearly walked right into someone.
I stumbled before I was grabbed by the arm by a strong hand.
I looked up–it was Logan again. He had changed into more casual clothes and was looking at me with a fresh and relaxed expression.
I awkwardly said, “Lo… Logan, you’re here again?”
I realized my mistake the moment the words left my mouth and quickly waved my hands. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant. I meant to say, aren’t you busy?”
Logan was amused and adjusted his glasses. “When did I ever tell you I was busy?”
I was embarrassed. “But shouldn’t you be busy?”
Logan’s smile widened. “Do I give you the impression that I’m always busy? There’s always time to take a break even if I was.”
“Uh…” I hesitated, “Shouldn’t someone like you be out networking or handling company matters? | remember Dad was always swamped with work when I was little. My brother was overwhelmed with work too when Dad handed over the company to him,” I couldn’t help but ramble a bit at the mention of my family.
I nostalgically said, “He would often spend time with me back then before he was tied up with company matters. I barely see him anymore now.”
Logan’s eyes flickered. “Ari, are you missing your brother?”