The Returning Ex

Just as Lola lay down on the bed, someone came. This time, it was the matchmaker who’d previously introduced Lola and Shawn. Logan loathed seeing her, so his brows knitted together when he saw her entering the courtyard.

Likewise, Mrs. Hunt was taken aback. “Why is she here?” As she said this, she made to go out, but Logan spoke and held her back. “I’ll go, Mom.” Mrs. Hunt was startled, but Logan then came out of the room and patted her on the shoulder. “I’ll go and see what she wants.”

Mr. Hunt chuckled. “Let him go. There are some things that would be inappropriate if they came from you, so let Logan talk to her.” Logan doesn’t mince his words no matter who he’s speaking to, especially when it’s someone he doesn’t like.

Pushing open the door, Logan went out and stopped the matchmaker at the courtyard. The matchmaker’s last name was Hayes, so some people outright addressed her as Broker Hayes considering her profession. The matchmaker didn’t care what others called her, for her only concern was whether she’d successfully broker a marriage for those she represented. In an occupation like hers, a successful marriage usually secured her a few grand in facilitation fees. Of course, if she managed to broker a marriage for a wealthy family, her facilitation fee would naturally increase accordingly.

Logan’s family was affluent, so his relatives were naturally rich as well. While Logan himself was married, he surely had some single relatives and friends. Thus, Broker Hayes’ goal was his friends. There were many beautiful girls in the village, and they all dolled up to attend Lola’s wedding back then, so there might be a few who caught the eye of some bachelors during the wedding. For that reason, she came over to make discreet inquiries.

no plans of

her, so she chortled. “Have you forgotten me, young man? We’ve

you? Back then, you

it’s different. At that time, you hadn’t gotten together with Lola, and I didn’t know about your relationship with her. If I’d known, I never would’ve deliberately split the

Shawn, so the dislike naturally extended to the matchmaker. He stuck both hands into his pockets, his

house. “How long are you all staying? Are you going to stay a few days

ears, all

the village chattered about it for more than half a month, complimenting your buddies on their handsome looks and gentlemanly demeanor. Many of them were charmed and flocked to me, but my hands were tied. Since I’m not acquainted with those friends of yours, I