Chapter 017: On one condition: Peck me on the lips

For a brief moment, Ophelia found herself completely and utterly taken aback, as if she had been struck speechless.

The words that Logan had just spoken felt so foreign and unbelievable to her that she could hardly wrap her mind around them.

With a hint of frostiness in her tone, she inquired, “What do you mean by that?” Her breath was even and detached, revealing no hint of the turmoil brewing inside her.

Logan, sensing the tension in the air, attempted to draw her away, saying, “Let’s go, and I’ll explain everything to you.” He reached out to clasp her hands gently, trying to lead her away from where they were, but Ophelia reacted swiftly, yanking her hands back as if his touch was made of ice.

Her sudden rejection of him stirred something fiery in Logan; his expression contorted with frustration and anger, as he struggled to comprehend her reaction.

At that moment, Ophelia couldn’t help but feel a mixture of rage and amusement at the absurdity of it all.

Memories of that night