Next One Is a Babe

It took quite a while for Logan to pick up. The background over there sounded a little noisy, but it didn’t sound like people were playing poker. Sophia asked Logan where he was, to which he hummed and only said he was out without going much into detail.

Sophia frowned. “It’s so late now. Are you out alone?”

Only after brief contemplation did Logan reply, “Yes, I’m alone.”

If he had answered immediately, Sophia would have believed it. But he undoubtedly gave it a thought first, so she felt that he wasn’t telling the truth. She asked, “Do you have time tomorrow? I want to go to your clubhouse to play some poker.”

Logan hesitated before saying, “Yes. If you’re coming, I’ll make time.”

His reply caused Sophia to narrow her eyes. “Okay. We’ll talk more tomorrow then.”

After hanging up the phone, she tapped it on her palm. Her intuition told her that something was going on over at Logan’s side, and it seemed that he didn’t want to talk to her about it. Young Master Logan is obviously hiding something from me. As curiosity rose in her, she itched to know what had happened.

Matilda was still in Sophia’s room, so she continued talking with her. It wasn’t until her son came back that she left for her own room. She opened the door and went in without looking properly at the inside of the room. Closing the door after her, she went to the closet and took a set of pajamas out, then walked toward the bathroom.

Suddenly, there came a voice from the window. “Did you really not see me, or are you just pretending?”

Matilda almost jumped in shock as she whirled around to stare at the source of the sound. William was standing at the window with an unlit cigarette in his hand.

The fright still lingered in Matilda’s heart as she stared at William. “When did you enter? Why didn’t you move when I came in? You really scared me to death.”

Her reply made William frown. “So, you genuinely didn’t see me?”

Matilda put down her pajamas. “Why are you here? Is something the matter?”

William opened the window, then lit his cigarette. “Nothing. I just want to come over and ask if you’re getting used to the place.”

Going over to stand beside him, Matilda uttered, “Not too bad. After all, I’ve lived here for nearly three decades. Even if I haven’t stayed here for some time, I’m no stranger to this house.”

Satisfied with the answer, William nodded. “That’s good.” After some thought, he added, “I heard that Yolanda came here this afternoon.”

Matilda said, “Yes, she was here. She said that she was visiting.”

Learning that Yolanda visited, William awkwardly asked, “Both of you… What did you talk about?”

Matilda laughed. “Not much. The others had gone up to rest, so just the two of us were sitting downstairs. She didn’t know that I'd moved in here and was quite surprised, so I briefly explained the situation to her.”