The Returning Ex

Turning around, Logan walked over to the sofa and plopped down. “It’s very late now, so we could’ve just met up tomorrow. Why did you come over?”

Jasmine went over and sat down beside him. Instead of answering him, she questioned him in return, asking, “You said you have something urgent tonight, so what did you discuss with Miss Hunt during dinner?”

Logan hummed thoughtfully. “Well, the matter of the shadow bank we spoke of during the meal back then. There’s some progress now, so I informed her about it.”

At this, Jasmine nodded. “Oh, I see.” Mild relief suffused her.

Logan snorted. “If not? What else could we be discussing?”

hugged his arm. “You seem to have quite a

implicit meaning. A normal person would definitely be able to tell, but Logan was no normal person in matters of the heart. He even murmured in assent. “Our relationship was hostile back then, but it has indeed improved by leaps and bounds lately. I think she’s not really malicious. I used to feel that she always targeted me, but it now seems that it was indeed nothing personal.” For him,

continue speaking of this topic, mainly because she knew that if she were to ask further, he’d only continue singing Lola’s

time, Logan noticed that many people had been casting glances in his direction. He usually didn’t care, but

startled for a moment before the corners of her mouth curved up and the expression on her face turned a touch profound. Logan, however, didn’t notice it at all. Getting to his feet, he strode toward the staircase. Jasmine then stood

a poker table they normally used to play poker and the other with a

walked in, Jasmine unintentionally blurted,

quite understanding her meaning. “Where else could I