Natalie stood in front of Etiennette nervously. Last night, Jocelyn and the others had stayed outside the ward until 1:00 a.m. before Jocelyn finally found a hotel nearby for Delilah and the rest of them. The others left to get some sleep, but Natalie didn't dare to leave at all. She was afraid that
Logan's cell phone was in his pocket, but he couldn't feel a thing."Hi, the number you called is temporarily unavailable..." The sweet voice of a voice lady was heard through her phone.Etiennette felt a little disappointed in her heart. When she needed Logan the most, his phone was unreachable.Pe
This kid must be out partying somewhere again. Upon thinking that, Logan slid the phone back into his pocket and went to the washroom to wash up.After drinking all night last night, the splash of cold water on his face still left him feeling extremely dizzy. He walked out of the dormitory building
Margaret could not draw her eyes away from Logan. She even failed to notice the man posing next to the Cadillac.“Hey, gorgeous, over here! What’s the hurry?” The man stepped in her path, blocking her. He sized her up, close, and got even more hot-blooded. This was not just any gorgeous babe—this on
Logan was tongue-tied, so he glared at her, peeved, and walked away. Unfazed, Margaret followed him. She had decided that no matter where Logan went, she would follow… without speaking too unless he started the conversation. She was a little wary that he would hate her even more if she talked more.
At present, all she wanted was for Etiennette to recover. “She’s right! You don’t have to worry about a thing!”“We’re a team, remember? We don’t leave one of our own behind!”“We can’t feel relieved unless you’re better, you know?”One by one, Natalie and the rest chimed in.Etiennette shook her h
Even as early as midday, when Etiennette was still in a deep sleep, Natalie had her scheme all fleshed out. Her aim? Possessing Logan, especially when all of his hopes for Etiennette were completely crushed. What had happened to Annais Lecroix yesterday was a revelation to her: it did not matter if
[I called him twice now, but he didn't answer any of them. He said he's busy, I know. But I'm kinda… feeling a little sad? I don't blame him, I mean. He at least asked this Rath Bonner guy to pick me up at the airport…]She wrote for an hour and closed the book, locking its pages behind a delicate l