บท 4: ended up with Logan
"Grace... I want us to get back together," he said, making me smile faintly and shake my head, surprised he would say that after everything he'd done to me. This is insane!
"I know I don't deserve to say this, but I promise I'll never disappoint you if you give me a second chance," he added, sadness evident in his eyes.
I let out a rough sigh. "Chris... Everyone has the right to express their wishes," I replied.
He looked down slightly and bit his lower lip, appearing nervous.
"I remember seeing you like this when you proposed to me, even though we hadn't known each other long. You left me with no courage to refuse you; your promises seemed to bind me... making me place so much hope in you... But then you did a complete 180 on our first night... I can't forget that, and it makes it impossible for me to trust you again," I said, recalling that moment six months ago when he revealed himself to me as gay.
"I can't forget when you introduced Mike as your love... and left me alone in our room... like an unwanted wife... You silenced me..." I couldn't continue, feeling my breath tighten with the heartache resurfacing.
"Grace... I know I made a fatal mistake..." He reached for my right hand on the table.
"And now you want me to give you a second chance? After admitting you got what you deserved for your madness?" I immediately pulled my hand away, staring at him in disbelief, imagining his relationship with Mike. "That's... that's so unfair! How can you expect me to accept you back when you've already given yourself to someone else?"
He stared back, sadness written all over his face.
"You can't be selfish!" I stood up abruptly.
He grabbed my arm right away. "Grace, please... let's talk this through calmly..." he pleaded, as if not wanting anyone to know about his faults.
I yanked my hand away from his grip until he released it. "If you don't want anyone to know, then stay silent... And never expect me again! I know you never truly wanted me... You're insane!" I grabbed my bag.
"Grace, I can't—I realize I truly want you!" He stood up.
I ignored everything he said, paying no attention as he chased after me. I rushed toward the main door until someone came from the opposite direction, and I couldn't avoid them.
"Ah!" I fell, feeling my head hit something blunt.
"Ouch..." Reflexively, I held my aching head as my vision blurred, until I felt a man's hand grab my arm.
"Shasha... Are you okay?" The voice was familiar, but I couldn't open my eyes.
"Grace..."
"I'll take her to the hospital!"
"No... let me do it!"
"Hey, I've been with her since earlier; I'm her ex-husband!"
"Then you're the last person who deserves to help her!"
I heard Chris and the other man arguing, but slowly everything faded...
...
I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but my head throbbed, and the room felt so cold. Slowly, I opened my eyes, holding my head and glancing around, realizing I wasn't in a café or my apartment, but in what looked like a hospital room with lots of medical equipment.
"You!" I glared when I saw Logan standing there, watching me.
My heart raced as I tried to remember what happened before, wondering how I ended up here with him when I'd been with Chris. How did he let me stay with Logan? And why is he watching over me here? Isn't he usually so busy... he's famous... Even...
"Are you still dizzy?" His question interrupted my thoughts.
"Uh..." I swallowed. "I... I'm a bit dizzy."
"Then I'll ask the doctor to do a CT scan on your head," he said, making me shake my head immediately.
"No, I don't need that—it's too much; I'm just a little dizzy!" I struggled to sit up, though it was hard to balance myself.
"It's not just dizziness since you hit your head after bumping into me," he explained, making me understand that he'd been the one I collided with. "I need to make sure your head's fine. It's very important!" he added firmly, heading toward the door.
"Logan!" I shouted, reaching out toward him, and he turned back.
His serious gaze, his handsome face with neatly shaped eyebrows, left me frozen, unsure of what to say.
"What?" He stepped closer to me.
I took a deep breath, averting my gaze from him, and leaning back on the bed.
"Please... don't ask the doctor to do a CT scan; I'm okay," I said, glancing at him again. "I'm very grateful you brought me here... Maybe you've already asked the doctor to treat me, so I'll be fine soon," I added, trying to smile to ease his worry.
He just stood there, his face serious with a neutral gaze, very different from the look he had this morning. This must be his look when he's focused.
"Alright, but let me take responsibility," he said.
I squinted. "Take responsibility for what?"
"For what happened to you," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You got hurt because of our accident, even though it was unintentional... Let me look after you until you're fully recovered."
I couldn't help but smile. "Why... why would you want to look after me? It's just a headache... and I know you're very busy as a famous model," I said.
A sweet smile appeared on his handsome face, melting the cold impression I'd seen just seconds ago.
"I am busy, but tomorrow I have no major schedule," he replied. "I can take care of you all day," he continued.
"Thank you..." I nodded, then remembered the situation at Jane's. "But... I can't. I have to go back to work tomorrow..."
"You don't need to work; I can pay someone else to clean the apartment, or maybe it doesn't need cleaning since nothing happened there today," he said, not letting me finish. "Just... just rest. Forget about your job, okay?"
"But I can't; I have other responsibilities I can't leave," I replied. He sighed, putting both hands in his pockets, and looking deeply at me. "Don't look at me like that..." I immediately looked down.
"You seem like a stubborn girl," he said, and somehow it felt like a slap. "Now look at yourself, you're sick... maybe you can't even walk a hundred meters. So how will you work? And if you collapse while working, how will you take responsibility? Isn't it better to take just one day off to make sure you're well?"
I swallowed, glancing at him, realizing he was right. How could I handle the kids at the daycare tomorrow if I still felt dizzy? But if Rose or Jane couldn't take care of them, what would happen to the parents' jobs? If the parents moved their kids to another daycare, our center could lose clients.
"Shasha..." Logan's voice pulled me back. He sat beside me, looking at me deeply. "You really can't leave your job, can you? Then let me help you."
His offer made me laugh, imagining how he'd handle toddlers when he's used to a life of ease.
"Is something funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No... it's okay. You don't need to help," I said, shaking my head. "I... I'll let my friend know I can't work. Maybe... maybe they'll find a solution," I said, thinking about contacting Rose.
"Alright... now I'll ask the hospital staff to prepare a room for you," he said, standing.
"Hey, I don't need that!" I said hurriedly. "I don't need to be admitted here. I'm fine!"
"Alright, I'll take you to your place then... I'll call my driver," he said, taking out his phone from his pocket, and then walking out.
I let out a long sigh, feeling strange about this situation, thinking of Chris's shocking confession, and now here I am with Logan, the handsome, popular model who would take me to my apartment. What is this? Why do I feel a little proud? Didn't I say I wasn't interested in him?
"Looks like I picked up my trash!"
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