Next One Is a Babe

Considering that he sounded considerably loud, Logan figured that Lola was already asleep, since there was no reply.

Sitting on his bed, he rolled his shoulders for a bit. Honestly, he didn’t mean to come back this late, as he really was caught up with something.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Logan felt a little disappointed inside, but in the end, he drifted off to sleep.

Throughout the night, Lola didn’t manage to get proper sleep, and she woke up rather early the next day.

Opening the door, Lola took a quick glance at the living hall, and noticed that Logan was already up. Standing in the kitchen on his own, he was seen reheating the leftovers from the previous day.

The moment Logan saw that Lola was awake, he walked out of the kitchen hurriedly. “Lola, you’re up. Go get yourself a quick wash while I get the food ready. Once we’re done eating, I’ll send you to work.”

Admittedly, Logan had always been nice to her. Perhaps Lola was being exceptionally paranoid, but she felt that Logan was trying too hard to please her.

When a person was being this eager, she couldn’t help but deduce that Logan was acting out of a guilty conscience.

With that assumption in mind, Lola felt miserable inside, so much so that it was shown on her face.

Gazing at her for a while, Logan slowly walked toward her and placed his hand over her forehead. “No fever though.”

Thinking that his hands might not be able to get a good temperature measurement, he leaned closer toward her, trying to stick his forehead to hers.

Seeing that, Lola intended to move a step back, but Logan reached out his hand and held her head from the back. “Stay still,” he ordered.

After leaning his forehead against hers, Logan heaved a sigh of relief. “There’s no fever for sure, but why is your face so pale? Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

Backing off a little, Lola nodded. “Yes, I didn’t have a good sleep.”

Running his hands through her hair, Logan said, “You poor thing. Why couldn’t you rest well?”

Without replying, Lola turned and walked to the washroom, while Logan returned to the kitchen.

Standing before the sink, Lola stared at herself in the mirror. She had to admit that she did look awful.

Back when she was investigating a criminal case, she would often need to work around the clock. Then again, she recalled that her condition back then was simply not as bad as it was now.

It seemed like her relationship had managed to take a toll on her—physically, emotionally and mentally. Seriously, relationships shouldn’t be taken lightly, she thought to herself.

Turning the tap on, she brushed her teeth. She got even more annoyed while washing her face.

In the end, she wiped her cheeks with a face cloth. She placed the cloth over her face, and let it settle for a moment. No longer to keep her cool, Lola vented her anger by grabbing the face cloth and flinging it into the sink.

On the other hand, Logan had no clue about what was going through her head. After heating up the leftovers, he called, “Lola, are you done? Come over for breakfast.”