Chapter 116: Disastrous Dinner Date With Fake Husband
That touch... too gentle, too intimate... left a trace of heat.
"There," Logan murmured, sitting back like nothing happened.
Jean looked away, flustered. "You’re impossible."
Logan smirked. "You’re welcome."
But before Jean could retaliate with another biting remark, a delicate voice interrupted them.
"Well, well... Logan Kingsley."
Jean turned her head slowly. A stunning woman in a satin emerald dress stood beside their table, elegance draped around her like perfume. Her eyes glittered with amusement and something sharper. Familiar.
Logan’s smile faltered for just a second before it reappeared. "Cassandra."
Jean’s brows rose. So this is one of them, she thought.
"I didn’t expect to see you here," Cassandra purred. "And with a date, no less. My, how things change."
Logan stood, his posture calm, polite. "Jean, this is Cassandra Blake. Cassandra, meet my wife, Jean Adams."