#Chapter 149: Friendly Fire

Ella

“Ella, I think you should move in with me.”

Logan’s words hung in the air, and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Move in with him? Into that sprawling labyrinth of a mansion, filled with secrets and lies and dark corners? My head was spinning, but I couldn’t let him see that.

“Absolutely not,” I said, unable to hide my wry chuckle any longer. “I’m not moving in with you.”

Logan frowned. “Why not? My mansion has plenty of spare rooms. And it’ll make us seem more serious, so maybe we won’t need to resort to a fake wedding after all.”

“Oh? And why your mansion?” I shot back, squaring my shoulders. “Why not my apartment? Why should I be the one giving up my home in this ridiculous scenario?”

He chuckled, the sound echoing through the sprawling garden as though he had just told the joke of the century. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m dead serious,” I countered, crossing my arms. “I love my apartment, Logan. I worked hard to get it, and I’m not ready to give it