70. She know, He knew

Charlotte’s POV

"Forget about it," he told me as he tried to lead me into his study room. There, he opened a drawer and took out a first aid kit.

I yelled, "No!" Why would you want me to forget? Logan, I need an answer! Please tell me the truth! No more secrets, please!"

His expression changed, and he sighed. "What? I am not keeping any secrets from you." He slammed the first aid kit on the table and said, "My day started like a fucking disaster, Charlotte." Then he walked toward the door.

"Is that It? You are leaving now because you want to avoid having a conversation with me?!" I laughed sarcastically.

He turned his head at me, "I'll speak with you tomorrow, okay?”

As he shut the door and left me inside, I pursed my lips together and didn't know what to do. I took a deep breath, got the first aid kit, and started to treat the cuts on my hands. While I'm pouring the alcohol on my open cut and screaming in pain, the door opens, and Logan looks worried at me. "What's going on?"

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