The Returning Ex

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.

in mind, Lola felt miserable inside, so much so

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

get a good temperature measurement, he leaned closer toward her, trying to

out his hand and held her head from the back. “Stay

fever for sure, but

“Yes, I didn’t have a good

hair, Logan said, “You poor thing. Why couldn’t you rest

replying, Lola turned and walked to the washroom, while Logan returned to the

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

clock. Then again, she recalled that her condition

her relationship had managed to take a toll on her—physically, emotionally and mentally. Seriously, relationships

she brushed her teeth. She got even

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

her head. After heating up the leftovers, he called, “Lola, are