Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Logan stepped into the master bedroom, his footsteps softened by the plush carpet underfoot.The room was hushed, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of Alessia’s breathing as she lay curled beneath the covers.He couldn’t help but pause for a moment, admiring the serene sight before him.Sinking onto the edge of the bed, he gazed down at her with a mixture of fondness and reminiscence.It had been quite a night—one he would no doubt replay in his mind over and over again.And if she weren’t sound asleep, he might have wanted the night to continue.His phone vibrated on the nightstand.Logan picked it up when he saw Heath’s name flash across the screen and left the bedroom.‘Logan, I’ve got news. Jeramy’s been attacked in lockup, badly. He’s in the hospital.’Logan stood in front of the French window, his face impassive.He had little sympathy for a man like Jeramy, especially given the vile intentions he’d harboured.‘And how’s that my concern?’Heath’s tone tightened. ‘His testi

Milo remained quiet, his once-restless energy quelled in the face of the turmoil he had inadvertently caused.He set down the tablet, his eyes downcast.‘You know better than this, Miles Jansen.’ Alessia’s voice was low but stern. ‘Why did you leave the house at six in the morning without telling anyone?’Milo played with his fingers. ‘I left a note.’‘A note?’ Alessia’s brows furrowed. ‘Aunt Vero didn’t see any note. If you wanted to make sure she saw it, you should’ve put it on the nightstand next to her bed, or stuck the note to her phone. She was scared out of her wits, Milo. You can’t just disappear like that.’‘I’m sorry,’ he murmured.Alessia’s eyes softened, but her unsmiling expression remained. ‘Even with a note, you shouldn’t have gone out at that hour. You’re just a kid. Where did you go?’Milo fell silent, his eyes flickering as he wrestled with the truth he held within.Last night had been a whirlwind of covert activities for the five-year-old.After he hacked into Aless

‘What do you think about having a mother?’ Logan looked straight at his son.Arlie blinked in surprise.After a moment’s consideration, he replied, ‘Sure.’Logan studied him, pausing before speaking again, ‘You don’t seem too thrilled, though.’‘No,’ Arlie shook his head gently, ‘It’s not a big deal to me. But, Dad, you do need a wife.’Logan was taken aback. ‘So, you’re not interested in having a mother?’Arlie shrugged nonchalantly. ‘It doesn’t really matter to me. I’m content with having you, Great-grandpa Albert, Uncle Penshaw and Sunny in my life. Besides, whoever you find should be someone willing to spend their life with you, not me.’Logan found himself surprised by Arlie’s maturity.His hand reached out to ruffle his son’s hair. ‘You’ve got a way of putting things that’s beyond your years.’Arlie acknowledged the compliment with a nod. ‘What kind of wife are you searching for, then? She must be pretty amazing to win you over.’Logan held his son’s gaze for a long while, then

Half an hour later, Alessia found herself once again drained of energy.Logan had left her breathless, her body sprawled inertly over the backseat like a puddle of water, hardly able to muster a blink.Logan, on the other hand, was tireless.He draped his coat over her and checked his watch. ‘Huh, still got fifteen minutes to spare. Slightly quicker than expected, but judging by that expression on your face, I’d say I didn’t do too badly.’‘S*x maniac,’ Alessia muttered under her breath.Logan was unabashed. ‘I have lots of lost time to make up for.’Six years, three months and two weeks, to be exact.He settled into the driver’s seat. ‘Buckle up.’‘I can’t lift my finger.’That elicited a smug smile from him.Logan carried her to the front passenger seat and strapped her in.He started the car and glanced at her. ‘How about coming back with me?’‘No. I want to sleep in my own bed.’This past half-hour had proven to be more taxing than the entire previous night combined.She barely mo

Logan glanced at Alessia, his eyes searching hers. ‘Perhaps it’s a bit of both.’‘Either way, it’s your fault,’ she insisted.Logan grew defensive. ‘If you’d gone home with me last night, you wouldn’t be in this state now.’Alessia rolled her eyes at him.She was starting to regret leaving the comfort of her home early in the morning to bicker with him.Staying in bed after taking her medicine seemed like a much better idea now.‘Are we just going to sit here and talk?’Logan chuckled. ‘You didn’t want to come. Now look who’s in a hurry all of a sudden.’He started the car. ‘Terence called ahead. There’ll be a doctor waiting. And I’ve arranged for you to stay at a VIP ward till you recover.’Alessia blinked in surprise. ‘Staying in the hospital for a cold?’‘If it turns out you’ve caught some dangerous virus, quarantine might be necessary,’ Logan reasoned.‘But I don’t want to stay in the hospital.’‘That’s for the doctor to decide, not you.’‘You are being a tyrant.’‘And you are bei