A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Lora quickly checked on me. “Ms. York, don’t worry about the cleanup. Just wash your hands and go join Mr. Wood to watch TV.” Then, she shot me a knowing look.

Upon hearing the commotion, Logan came over to us.

Lora quickly nudged me in his direction. “Mr. Wood, please take Ms. York away from here. She shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous.”

Before I could react, I stumbled into Logan’s arms. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized Lora had given me a firm push.

Logan caught me and looked at my damp clothes. He gently guided me away, saying, “Go change into something dry.”

I nodded absentmindedly and headed to change. By the time I returned in fresh clothes, Logan wo already seated on the couch, watching the news.

I stood awkwardly for a moment before finally settling onto the couch a short distance away from him.

To be honest, Logan wasn’t as cold and distant as I had expected. In fact, he reminded me a lot of Jon from my memories.

Yet, for some reason, there always seemed to be a palpable barrier between us. Despite his proximity, I struggled to fully grasp him, let alone understand him.

As I was lost in my thoughts, Logan patted the spot next to him.

“Come sit here.”

I simply looked at him blankly. His glasses reflected the cold light of the TV, and his tone had an

unmistakable command.

“Why are you sitting so far away? Come over here and watch TV with me.”

“Oh.” I gradually moved closer and eventually settled beside him, making sure to leave some space between us. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind.

The TV was broadcasting news from around the world, and I found myself captivated. With my memory still hazy, these current events felt particularly intriguing.

Eventually, Logan’s voice broke the silence. “I have a pretty good idea of who sent the flowers today. You don’t need to worry. He probably won’t bother you again.”

I replied, “I actually liked the flowers. It’s a shame they had to be thrown away.”

Logan noticed how intently I was watching the TV, and a subtle smile appeared on his face. “You like flowers? Aren’t you allergic to them?”

“No, I’m not allergic. In fact, I love flowers. It’s just unfortunate that my mom is allergic to pollen, could never grow many at home.”

If there was one regret from my 18 years of growing up, it was that our garden had been filled with unattractive flowers. It simply couldn’t compete with the beautiful gardens of others.

Logan smiled and asked, “What kind of flowers do you like?”

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I responded, “Peonies, roses… honestly, I love any flower that blooms beautifully.”

Logan chuckled softly. “Is it true that every woman likes flowers?”

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His question pulled me from my thoughts, and I answered sincerely. “Of course. Every woman loves flowers, as long as she’s not allergic to pollen.”

I sighed. “It’s a shame, really. I never imagined the most beautiful flowers I’d ever receive would be from a total creep

Logan, who had just taken a sip of water, suddenly choked.

I glanced at him curiously. “What’s wrong?”

Noticing how he struggled to hold back a smile, it was clear he was trying not to laugh.

Adjusting his glasses, Logan replied calmly. “It’s nothing. However, the person who sent those flowers. probably isn’t a creep.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I was confused. “How can you be so sure? If someone spends a fortune on flowers but doesn’t leave their name, that screams stalker. How could he not be a creep?”

My anxiety began to rise. “If he’s not a creep, then he’s definitely a stalker. Should we report this to the police?”

“No need for that,” Logan said, casually dismissing the topic.