In front of the French windows of the intensive care unit next door stood a man's cold, slender figure. He did not make the slightest sound.
Logan held a lit cigarette between his thin lips with two fingers. He put his phone back into his trouser pocket with his other hand. His movements were slow, and his gaze was deep and calming.
Not only did Elena not answer his call, but she had been bold enough to reject it...
There were no discernible emotions written on his face. Jessica, whose upper body was leaning the headboard, suddenly trembled violently. She didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
She was very intuitive. Judging by the aura Logan was emanating, she was sure that he must've given Elena a call.
However, for some reason, her sister, who had always been nothing but submissiv
