A Love Forgotten

As Logan listened to me, his face turned colder and colder.

I was deeply remorseful. “How could I forget to take Grandma’s belongings? How could I forget? How could my brain forget?” I hit my head.

Logan grabbed my hand. “It’s because you lost your memory. You only remember the things that happened before you were 18. You forgot everything after that.”

I lowered my head and sobbed. “But I shouldn’t have forgotten. How could I leave something so important at Elijah’s home? I regret it so much.”

Logan’s voice was as gentle as usual. “Ari, don’t be sad. The broken bracelet can be fixed. The photograph can be fixed too.”

My eyes lit up. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really. When have I ever lied to you?”

I smiled through my tears. “Thank you. Thank you, Logan.”

Logan then accepted a warm towel from a maid and helped me wipe my face.

The warm towel made me feel refreshed, and I softly thanked him.

Then, Logan suddenly pointed at my forehead. “What happened to your forehead?” As he spoke, his fingers brushed over my injured forehead.

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I quickly dodged his touch. “It’s nothing. I just groveled and hit my head on the ground.”

Logan’s brow furrowed slightly, and he asked someone to bring him some ice.

“Ice it for a while, or you might get a bruise.” He paused. “Why are you always getting hurt and making me worry?”

I raised my head and glanced at Logan. His eyes were immensely deep. It was as if they were filled with starry sky.

Suddenly, there was a pang in my heart, and a strange feeling spread throughout my body.

“I” I faltered.

A sense of awkwardness filled the air.

Meanwhile, I pretended not to notice and continued wiping my face with the cooled towel.

Logan then took the items wrapped in my handkerchief and said, “Leave these with me. I’ll get someone to fix them for you. They will be as good as new.

Though I was skeptical, I still handed him the things anyway.

Then, Logan glanced at me and asked, “You don’t believe me?”

I promptly shook my head. “No, I believe you. I’m just… reluctant to part with them.”

He smiled. “Reluctant to give them to me?”

For some reason, my face flushed red again. I swiftly changed the subject. “What brought Mr. Pearson here?”

Logan casually explained, “He came to visit my father, but my father’s not home.”

I was confused by his words. If Logan’s father was not home, wouldn’t Logan have told Mr. Pearson in advance? Was it possible that Mr. Pearson was actually here for Logan?

1 looked at Logan in suspicion. He was checking the torn photograph and broken bracelet with his head bowed, so he didn’t notice my gaze.NôvelDrama.Org content.

The longer I looked at him, the more I suspected that Mr. Pearson was here to see him.

However, Mr. Pearson seemed to be a man of high standing. He had come to the Wood residence at this time. So, could it have been for my screw–up today instead?

I was apprehensive.

After a while, Logan made a call, and soon, someone arrived. Then, they packed the items in a box and took them away.

I was told that the people who took the items were expert museum conservators. They even told me not to worry and promised to restore the items to their proper state.

I couldn’t be more relieved. I was so relieved that I started worrying about how I could pay Logan back.

Then, once everything was settled, Logan told me to go upstairs and get some rest.

While on the stairs, I suddenly turned to look at him. He was standing at the foot of the stairs, watching me leave in silence.

I quietly asked, “Logan, how long can I stay here?”

Logan was slightly stunned. Then, he smiled. “You can stay here as long as you like.”

I bit my lip and said, “I don’t know how I can repay you

Logan pushed his glasses up. The lights in the living room illuminated the lenses, and I couldn’t discern his expression

He waved his hand slightly. “Get some rest. We can talk about that later.”

With that, he walked off.

It was only after a long while of blank staring that I turned and headed up the stairs.