Chapter 93: The Predator’s Prey
She turned her face slightly to look up at the man who had just married her in front of the world... and kissed her like he meant it.
His profile was sharp, commanding, but there was a strange softness in his eyes when he looked at her. She didn’t reply, but her silence wasn’t rejection... It was uncertain.
Can I really trust him? she wondered, as the elevator doors opened and they all went inside, making their way to hospital.
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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as they entered the private wing of the hospital. Logan had pulled every string necessary... no media, no questions, no unnecessary staff. Just silence.
Jean sat quietly on the examination bed, her coat folded neatly beside her. The nurse had already cleaned the surface wounds, but the bruises were darkening. Her wrist was wrapped. Her head still throbbed.
Logan stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the city blur beyond the glass. But his eyes weren’t really focused on anything out there. They were on her.
She noticed.
"I’m not going to break," Jean said finally, her voice thin, her gaze down on her lap.
"I know you won’t," Logan replied, turning to her slowly. "But you’re hurting. And I hate that I didn’t make it stop sooner."
Jean looked up sharply. "It wasn’t your fault..."