The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

He looked down at the ground for a moment, then looked back up at me. “Okay,” he said. He paused again and said, “If this is about the bar the other day…”

“Can you tell me what you need me to do tonight so I can get it done and salvage what little will be left of my evening?” I said, cutting him off. Of course it was about the bar. And Chianti. And the dinner party. Was he really that unaware?

He gave me a list of tasks. I wrote them down and left the office without another word to him. I decided to forgo the snack. The sooner I got these stupid tasks done, the sooner I could GTFO.

Logan snuck a peek through his window at Hazel, who was working diligently on the tasks he’d given her. He felt a pang of guilt watching her. His demanding her to work overtime was a knee–jerk reaction to Dylan’s invitation to join their girl’s night.

But he was just trying to protect both Hazel and Dylan He knew that would only end badly for the newly- married Hazel, and for his best friend.

Or so he tried to convince himself. The jealousy he still felt surrounding Hazel ran deep and strong, as much as he tried to ignore or deny it.

He pulled out his phone to text Dylan. “Want to get food later?” He asked.

“I can’t man, I have plans,” Dylan wrote back.

“Plans?” Logan replied. Dylan usually included Logan in his plans, unless he was on a date or something. Logan perked up at that thought. Maybe he was on a date and would leave Hazel alone now.

“That paint thing Maria invited me to,” Dylan wrote back. “I’ll text you later, it’s about to start.”

Logan stared at the text, stunned. He was surprised Dylan still went, even though Hazel wasn’t there. He wondered what Dylan was playing at by going

The next morning, Maria walked up to my desk with an iced coffee and a canvas.

“What’s this?” I asked her.

“A certain Dylan wanted you to have this,” she winked at me. “The coffee’s from me, though.”

She handed me the canvas. I held it in front of me. It was beautiful, a painting of a vase of wildflowers against a purple and green swirled background.

“That wasn’t the prompt, by the way. The rest of us painted a cow with earrings. He asked me what your favorite flowers were and painted this for you,” Maria said.

My mouth dropped open. I didn’t even know what to say to that. I’d never had a man do anything even close to this as a romantic gesture before.

“You better snatch that man up or I’m making a move,” Maria said. “This is movie–level romance.”

I studied the picture and shook my head. “…I have no words for this.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan approaching I opened one of my desk drawers and carefully placed the canvas inside. The last thing I wanted was Logan asking 20 questions about it.

Chapter 01:14

“Do you want to go out tonight?” I asked Maria, changing the subject as Logan got within earshot of us.

“Yeah, what did you have in mind?” She asked. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

1 liked that bar we went to over the weekend, want to check it out again?”

Maria gave me a half grin. “Hoping your ‘cousin‘ will be there again?”

I blushed. Logan froze behind Maria, clearly having heard what she said too.

“Uh, Hazel, we have a lot more we need to get caught up on. I’ll need you to stay late the rest of the week,” he said. Without waiting for my reply, he went straight into his office and shut the door.

Maria turned to me and raised her eyebrows. I shook my head, angry. (1)

What The Fuck.