A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

I awkwardly smiled, “Oh, I see. I’ll tell my brother how kind you’ve been to me when he’s here and have him treat you to a fancy meal.”

After a moment of thought, I felt someone like Logan wouldn’t consider a meal anything special.

I quickly corrected myself. “Actually, no. I’ll tell my brother to not compete with you and let you take on good projects.”

Logan’s gaze deepened. “Is that how you plan to thank me?”

His question momentarily stunned me.

Then, Logan smiled and casually patted my head as if he were comforting a child. “There’s no need to stand on ceremony. I’d still help you with anything related to your affairs even if it wasn’t for your brother.” MConfused, I asked, “Why?”

Logan blinked at me mischievously. “Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody.”

I was completely bewildered. However, Logan didn’t seem inclined to explain further and left the room after a few pleasantries.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After that, I lay on the bed and stared at the IV drip as my mind started to wander. But even after a long while, I still couldn’t figure anything out: My mind still seemed utterly empty.

I was frustrated that I couldn’t remember much about my past with Elijah, and my childhood memories with Logan were just as hazy.

I only recalled a few fleeting moments, and I remembered that I used to call him Woody. But besides that, everything about him in my mind was nearly a blur.

But why d

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it feel like Logan and I had shared a deep bond ever since my childhood?

I was puzzled.

Could it be that I was overthinking things? Was he particularly attentive to me because he was close to my brother?

I glanced at the large IV bottle beside me and sighed. It was such a large bottle.

It looked like I would be stuck here for a while.

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It was already past eight in the evening when I woke up again.

A nurse gently shook me awake and removed the IV drip. Then, she e

around a bit.

After that, I hurried to the bathroom to wash my face.

me to get up and walk

It was then that I realized how pale and puffy I looked. But on the bright side, the puffiness gave my overly thin face a hint of baby fat.

I pinched my cheeks, and for some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity with myself again.

As I looked in the mirror, I felt quite pleased with myself. My face still looked good. At least the beautiful daughter of the York family hadn’t yet turned into a wom–out housewife.

At that moment, I silently vowed to eat well and exercise regularly once I recovered. After all, I needed to

regain the youthful version of myself at 18 and reclaim my seven lost years.

Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I nearly walked right into someone.

I stumbled before I was grabbed by the arm by a strong hand.

I looked up–it was Logan again. He had changed into more casual clothes and was looking at me with a fresh and relaxed expression.

I awkwardly said, “Lo… Logan, you’re here again?”

I realized my mistake the moment the words left my mouth and quickly waved my hands. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant. I meant to say, aren’t you busy?”

Logan was amused and adjusted his glasses. “When did I ever tell you I was busy?”

I was embarrassed. “But shouldn’t you be busy?”

Logan’s smile widened. “Do I give you the impression that I’m always busy? There’s always time to take a break even if I was.”

“Uh…” I hesitated, “Shouldn’t someone like you be out networking or handling company matters? | remember Dad was always swamped with work when I was little. My brother was overwhelmed with work too when Dad handed over the company to him,” I couldn’t help but ramble a bit at the mention of my family.

I nostalgically said, “He would often spend time with me back then before he was tied up with company matters. I barely see him anymore now.”

Logan’s eyes flickered. “Ari, are you missing your brother?”