Logan set down the phone and dove back into his work with single-minded focus—the man prized his work above all else.
Meanwhile, Moanna collapsed onto the couch like a puppet with its strings cut, her entire body drained of energy. Why had she gotten so upset? And why had she hung up on him?
Regret washed over her in crushing waves...!
The watch on her left wrist ticked to 8:00 PM. Just ten minutes ago, her world had shifted when Logan called.
Groaning, she thrashed across the couch like a caged animal before suddenly bolting upright.
She snatched her phone and lit up the screen.
There he was—Logan's heart-stoppingly handsome face staring back at her, the private photo he'd set as her wallpaper himself. Moanna's eyes sparkled as she gazed at it, a dreamy smile spreading across her fa
