66. A confession

BELLATRIX....

I couldn't work for the rest of the day; it was as if a bone was stuck in my throat. I couldn't muster the courage to explain to Victor either, nor am I sure why I'm feeling so guilty. It was just an accident, and Logan only helped me. But the disappointment in Victor's eyes... Ugh! What am I gonna do!

I feel so frustrated!

After office hours, I, with a throbbing heart, approached our usual spot where Victor was waiting for me to pick up. And there he is, in the expensive Maybach we had been using since the last day of our trip. I didn't ask him about it, though; I feel it's a gift from Grandpa. Or did he buy it?

Just as I moved forward, I froze when a hand touched my shoulder. "Bella?"

I paused, turning around. I gasped, "Logan! Wh-what are you doing here?"

He raised a brow. "I thought I saw you entering the garage, so I followed. What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I... um, I was doing nothing! I thought I’d seen a known figure; it turned out I was wrong," I said imm