His hand pressed the door knob down slowly, he drew the door back carefully so he could peek through.
When he checked, he saw Adalyn sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her towel that she named Tiana.
"I didn't know you loved this more," Logan walked out, thinking he was safe even though something deep down inside him was warning him to be cautious.
"Adalyn, I'm sorry," he uttered as he walked closer to her.
"If I knew you'd use my stuff, I wouldn't have allowed you in here. Judging from your room, you don't know how to handle some things."
The truth was that Logan, though he was wealthy, was never happy. In search of happiness, he found Adalyn and he happened to have succeeded.
His nose bleeding was an evidence.
For this reason, he never cared to do much for himself, he'd rather spend on Tristan than do something for himself.
