Chapter 2
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Logan stepped out of the café, shaking his head at his thought went back to the woman in white. He reminded himself that mistakes happened, but it still hurt.
He didn't know whether he was embarrassed or relieved that she wasn't his blind date. Finally, he approached the appropriate table toward the back of the café.
A sharp-dressed woman, probably in her late twenties, was tapping her nails on the table angrily. She didn't bother concealing her annoyance as Logan approached
“You’re late,” she snapped at him before he could even apologize.
“Sorry about that,” Logan said, taking a seat. “I had a mix-up. I thought someone else—”
“You thought someone else was me?” she interrupted. “Typical. Let’s just get this over with.” she said, eyeing him as he took his seat before her.
Logan blinked, startled by her rudeness. “Uh, okay. I’m Logan. Nice to meet you.”
"Marissa," she said curtly, not looking up from her phone. Logan tried to make small chat by asking her about what she does, but her responses were brief and dismissive.
When he stated his profession, her eyes flickered to meet him. "You're a nurse?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Yeah, I specialize in gynecology," Logan replied with a faint smile on his face.
He was used to the way people reacted to him when they found out about his job, but he loved his work.
Marissa, however, snorted in disbelief. “Seriously? That’s your job? And here I was thinking my friends had set me up with someone respectable. I thought you…”
Logan’s smile a little. “I enjoy what I do. It’s fulfilling and the fact that I am giving back to this community makes me happy.”
“Sure it is,” she said, rolling her eyes. “No wonder you’re single.”
The comment hit harder than Logan wanted to admit. Before he could react, Marissa grabbed her glass of water and, to his surprise, splashed it on his shirt.
"This is for wasting my time. I had better things to do," she said bitterly, rising up and throwing her napkin on the table. "Don't bother calling me." Logan sat there for a while, soaked and shocked.
Logan let out a gentle groan as he grabbed a napkin to dry himself.
“ This is the worst date ever.” He said,his eyes darting around with people staring at him. Logan left the café, still upset by Marissa's outburst, and heard a loud noise down the street.
Turning toward the noise, he saw three men surrounding a familiar figure—the woman in white he’d mistaken earlier.
“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the thugs sneered. “Just give us your bag, and we won’t hurt you.”
Elena stood her ground, holding her purse tightly. “I said no. Now get lost before I call the police.” she yelled
Logan didn’t hesitate. He walked over, his voice firm. “Hey! You heard the lady. Get the f**k off!”
The men turned to face him, sizing him up. “And who are you supposed to be?” one of them sneered.
“Someone who doesn’t appreciate cowards ganging up on a woman,” Logan said, stepping between Elena and the thugs.
One of the men laughed, clearly not intimidated. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But this isn’t your business.”
“Maybe not,” Logan replied, “but it’s going to be my problem if you don’t back off.”
The thug lunged at him, but Logan was ready. Years of military training kicked in as he dodged the attack and landed a punch that sent the man stumbling back.
The other two hesitated, but when they tried to join the fight, Logan plunged at them, sending them back to their butt.
Grumbling and nursing their bruises, the men finally scramed off. “This isn’t over,” one of them muttered before disappearing down the street.
Elena exhaled shakily, holding onto her bag. “That was… impressive.”
“Are you okay?” Logan asked, turning to her.
She nodded. “Thanks to you. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t stepped in.”
“It’s nothing,” Logan said modestly, brushing dust off her shirt.
“No, really,” Elena insisted. “You didn’t have to get involved, but you did. I owe you one.”
Logan smiled. “You don’t owe me anything. I just did what anyone would do.”
Elena raised an eyebrow. “Not everyone would have taken on three men to help a stranger. At least let me thank you properly.”
Before he could say no, she continued, “I could introduce you to a position at a prestigious company in town. A man with your skills deserves better than working as a nurse. What do you think about..”
Logan hesitated, then shook his head. “I appreciate the offer, but I like my job. It’s not much, but it’s meaningful to me.”
Elena looked at him, She was surprised by his sincerity. Most people she knew would have jumped at the chance for a better position. “At least let me offer you something for what you have done,” she said, bringing out her wallet. “Consider it a small token of my appreciation.”
Logan raised his hands, taking a back. “That’s not necessary. Really. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Elena’s respect for him grew. He wasn’t like the men she was used to—self-serving and eager to climb the social ladder. Logan Wright was… different.
“Alright,” she said finally, tucking her wallet away. “But if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thanks,” Logan said with a polite nod. “Take care of yourself.”
As he walked away, Elena watched him go. He was unlike anyone her grandfather would ever approve of, but maybe that was a good thing. Logan posed no threat to her standing in the family, and his character speaks highly of him.
She pulled out her phone and called her assistant. “Find out everything you can about Logan Wright,” she said. “I want to know who he is.”
Logan went to his little flat, still thinking about how stressful the day had been for him. It has been trying especially with the blind date and trying to rescue miss white.
He was ready to collapse on the couch and forget everything. But when he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he froze. Marissa, his blind date, sat on his couch with her arms crossed and looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" Logan asked, his voice filled with surprise. He looked around the house to make sure everything was intact.
Marissa stood up, pointing a finger at him. "You embarrassed me today," she said.
"Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to sit there with you?" Logan stroked his temples, hoping to remain calm.
“Marissa, we’ve already agreed that this didn’t work out. You threw a glass of water at my face remember? Why are you really here?”
“Because I’m not done with you,” she said angrily. “You think you can just walk away after wasting my time? Not happening.”
Logan sighed, realizing this day wasn’t over yet. Whatever Marissa wanted, it was going to be a long night.
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