CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Breakfast that morning was steak and it was just a moment before she was making her way downstairs amidst the gazes of his maids to the table.

Logan, seated at the table, looked up at her taking in her immersed beauty, one that had deceived him on occasion, she was the two — a devil and an angel, and the thought of that alone left a strange feeling at the back of his mind.

“You took a while." He muttered slowly.

She ignores them and is going to sit when he grabs her. “, You'd listen to me and not ignore."

It was the first time he had treated her that way and she could feel that burn from his hands when she sat back, she could still feel that best as she watched him.

He turned away from her, too angry to look at where she was as both ate in silence.

As she walked away from the table after breakfast her stomach churned as she walked back to her room to shy herself away for the rest of the day.

‘Was this how her life is hinting to be from hence?’

The question ran through her mind as she