"Logan, what are you doing in my room? My ill, weakened sister needs your company at the hospital more than I do. Didn't she put up a fight when you came back?"
Elena's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Elena was diligent. Logan had returned to the mansion before eight in the evening, so she knew straight away that he had definitely not come back to bathe her in warmth or concern.
However, those were just her own thoughts. When she met the man's cold, piercing gaze, she couldn't help herself from feeling sad and disappointed.
Logan was standing in the middle of the guest room. When he heard Elena speak from behind him, he turned around with a faint smile on his thin lips.
He scanned the bags in her hands and saw that they were filled with a bunch of women's clothes, coupled with some
