Alessia, her cheek still stinging, met Logan’s gaze, gratitude flickering in her eyes.
She nodded, acknowledging his intervention. ‘Thank you, Mr Wilde.’
Logan studied her face intently.
After a moment of silent observation, he asked, ‘Does it hurt?’
Alessia, who had been trying to maintain a tough facade, was almost undone by those three simple words.
She felt a wave of relief wash over her, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Logan reached out and gently brushed a tear from her cheek.
‘Alessia, why didn’t you call me? You have my number,’ he chided softly, his voice filled with a mix of disappointment and worry.
Alessia sniffled but said nothing.
How could she call him after he so unceremoniously dismissed her from his office earlier that day?
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