The sight that met Logan's eyes was appalling. His mouth hung open in shock as his eyes roamed the room. It was a total eyesore. It looked like a literal earthquake had happened in the room.
The bed that Aella had been sleeping on had been scattered, with its sheets, duvets, and pillows on the floor. His well-arranged bottles of hair spray, body spray, and lotion were all over the rug. The curtains had been pulled down, and all the throw pillows on the couch had been littered around every corner.
Logan looked around, his eyes taking in the messy sight. The breakfast that had been served to her had also been upturned on the rug. The room was nothing like what Logan had left before he went to the strategy room. And in the middle of it, all Aella sat on the couch, a book in her hand and a
