I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 51

“Why did you buy the cupcakes?” Logan asked as he checked the box.

“Don't you like it?” Hope questioned.

“No, | like them,” Logan replied.

“Your desk is so large and you look so dashing while working. You were a strict boss earlier. Will you scold me too if | make mistakes?” Hope asked him.

Logan ended up smiling. “I doubt if I'll be able to scold you,” he truthfully admitted. “No. one troubled you today, right?” Logan leaned against the desk.

“No one harmed me today. Thanks to you | feel no one will even try to even talk to me,” Hope murmured and approached him. She bit her lower lip and then locked her hands. behind his neck.

“Did you have the lunch?” she asked and slowly brought her hand to his tie. Hope made circles with her finger on his chest and continued, “Did you miss me during the work?”

“| had my lunch carlier. Also, | keep my personal and professional life separate, Little Wolf,” Logan asserted.

“Little wolf?” Hope’s amusement bubbled at the sound of her nickname.

“Yeah, you are my little wolf,” Logan affirmed, gently tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear. Drawing her closer by her waist, their faces drew near. “Aren’t you?” he questioned, his eyebrow arching playfully. Their lips hovered just inches apart, both attuned to the rhythm of their racing hearts.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“When will you take my interview?” Hope asked.

“| don’t do interviews for interns,” Logan replied.

“Then?” Hope was inquisitive to know.

“No one. | never go to interview panel,” Logan answered. “There is a separate wing for that and | cannot reveal it to you,” he affirmed.

“| know, it's against the company rules. | thought you might come to interview me,” Hope murmured. “I’ve a test first, then I'll be called for the interview. | truly want to work here. I'll try my best to qualify for the intern trainee here,” she said with a determined tone.

“| trust you,” Logan stated.

Hope stepped away from him. “You should continue your work. I'll wait for your work

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to finish,” she opined.

Logan checked the time on his watch. “We still have twenty minutes,” he stated.

He noticed Hope was now near the acquarium, looking at the tiny fishes. Her eyes glistened and a bright smile carved on her lips. After that, she headed to the shelves, checking the books stacked in them.

“Did you read all this?” Hope asked him.

“Yes, | did,” Logan replied.

Hope’s eyes landed on an old book and she took it out to check. “Isn't it too old?” she muttered and opened it. The smile from Hope’s lips disappeared as she saw a picture of the woman while Logan recalled about that book.

He was quick to reach her and snat ched them from Hope. “You should not check all these things,” Logan said, his tone felt heavy and commanding.

“Is that Olivia?” Hope asked. ‘I, at least, ‘deserve to know,” she affirmed.

Logan placed the old book into its place. “Wait for me. I'll soon be back,” he said. He pivoted to leave when Hope grasped his hand.

“We won't grow in this relationship if you keep Olivia in your heart,” Hope said. “You need to choose one. I’m not asking you to do it now, but you have to gradually learn to include me in your life,” she explained.

“You are already included in my life, Hope,” Logan affirmed, meeting her gaze. “It’s just. that there are a few things | cannot share with you,” he admitted.

“That’s not inclusion, Logan. You’ve excluded an important part of your life from sharing with me,” Hope responded, releasing his hand. “You should go and attend the meeting,” she declared.

Logan ran his fingers through his hair, a sign of his inner turmoil. “I'll tell you when | return. Don’t make that face,” he urged, sensing her disappointment.

“What do you mean by that face?” Hope hit his arm and then rested her head on chest. “I don’t like arguing with you.”

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“Me too,” Logan stroked her hair. She pulled away from him and told him he should go. He left his office while Hope stayed behind.

Roxana frowned upon seeing Ryan sitting in the lobby, his head hanging low.

“Did you drink?” she inquired, concern lacing her voice.

Ryan lifted his head briefly to meet her gaze. “A little,” he admitted.

“You look heavily drunk,” Roxana observed with a sigh. She assisted him in standing up and then guided him out to her car. With the help of the driver, she settled Ryan into the passenger’s seat before quickly taking her place behind the wheel.

Roxana then drove the car to Ryan’s home, determined to ensure he reached safely despite his inebriation.

Finally, they were outside their apartment. “What’s the password?” Roaxana asked him.

Ryan leaned forward toward the door lock opened his eyes widely. He inserted the password and the door opened finally. Roaxana took him inside, making sure Ryan would not fall and switched on the lights.

She pushed him to the couch and sat across from him.

“You cannot cope with the break-up, right? Gosh, you annoy me so much!” Roaxana complained and decided to go to the kitchen.

“She cheated on me for a long time,” Ryan said and ended up laughing. “I saw them being intimate,” he laughed again.

“What did you say?” Roaxana asked him.

“Natasha cheated on me,” Ryan repeated his previous words. His eyes turned teary now and he lowered his head. “I feel terrible,” he mumbled. “I am unable to forget her.”

“That bi tch!” Roaxana cussed Natasha. She could not believe Ryan was so into Natasha. that his condition turned like this. He was roaming like a total drunkard and hurting himself by recalling the memories between them.

“| cannot forget her, | feel. This betrayal eats my heart. | feel pain,” Ryan said as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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