A Love Forgotten

I slept better this time and only awoke at noon the next day.

When I looked up, I realized the IV drip was still connected to my arm, and a female nurse was measuring my blood pressure beside me.

I shifted slightly and asked, “Where’s Logan?”

The nurse stared at me in confusion.

I corrected myself right away. “Where’s Mr. Wood?”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The nurse smiled. “Mr. Wood left for work this morning! He’ll probably be back soon.”

I couldn’t help but beam upon hearing that. I was very much pleased to be able to see Logan after waking.

from my slumber. Yet, amid my giddy smiling, I suddenly realized that something was amiss.

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Why was I so excited to see a man that I met yesterday? Could it be that I had moved on to someone else. this quickly?

As that thought filled my mind, it made me feel very awkward.

Perhaps I really was someone with a severe tendency to fall blindly in love, like Teri said. After all, I fell for Elijah, who’d made me suffer endlessly for seven years. He was also why all of Halton City knew me as

the notorious bitch.

Was I about to fall for Logan this easily now that he was in the picture?

The thought of that made me want to slap myself silly

Fortunately, the nurse left the room after inspecting my IV drip and didn’t notice my abnormal behavior.

After that, I examined the room that I was in. It was entirely different from the guest room last night.

This place had a more modern style with a vivid color palette. The pale yellow wallpaper had a silver sheen to it, the bed was colored a cool shade of gray and black, and the bedsheets were dark blue.

I glanced at the wall where a futuristic calendar was hung onto it. Everything else on the wall was modern. paintings.

I then stared at one of the paintings for the longest time and found it oddly familiar.

After staring at it for ages until my eyes grew sore, I realized that it was Logan’s WhatsApp profile picture.

Logan seemed to be a person who prioritized convenience since he’d conveniently used that painting as his profile picture.

That was when it hit me–this was Logan’s room!

This realization hit me like a ton of bricks. At that moment, a warmth spread from my lower body to my limbs, and finally, to my face.

I cupped my cheeks and took in the entire room’s interior while growing numb.

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I couldn’t believe that Logan had brought me to his bedroom last night.

Where did he sleep then?

A ringing sound began filling my head again, but the dizziness I felt now was due to my guilt.

Just then, I heard a phone buzzing on the bedside table

My eyes darted over to it, and I was surprised to see that it was my phone. For some reason, my instincts told me that Logan had thoughtfully brought it to this room.

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I unlocked my phone and saw a message on my WhatsApp. It read, “Where are you? Are you done throwing your tantrum?”

After looking at the profile picture, I exited the chat log at once.

The text had been from Elijah. It sounded harsh, and he didn’t seem concerned about me at all. I could even picture how annoyed he was when sending me that text.

Then, my phone continued buzzing from Elijah’s barrage of incoming texts.

“We will have dinner with my parents tomorrow night. You have to be there.”

“Where are you?”

“Don’t bother to ever return if you don’t come home now, Ariana.”

Elijah was evidently enraged and began sending crueler texts the more I ignored him.

I couldn’t help but reply, “I want a divorce. I’m never going back there!”

However, that only made my WhatsApp blow up with even more messages.

“You’ve got some nerve, Ariana!”

“You should know your limits even when throwing a tantrum. You’ve gone too far this time.” “Where are you? Get back here now!”