#Chapter45
/"Ah, Mrs Dos Santos!/" Logan said cheerfully while reading his newspaper. /"Welcome back to the land of the living./" He said sarcastically as he placed the paper down and stared at her.
Her eyes were still adjusting to the light and she kept swallowing and clearing her throat due to thirst. Logan smirked, the woman was always drinking water back home, she literally could not survive a few hours without it.
/"W-water,/" she croaked out.
He rolled his eyes and stood up, and then he picked the glass of water on her bedside and helped her drink with a straw. /"You are welcome,/" he said as she laid back on her pillow.
/"When can we go home?/" She asked.
Logan sat directly next to her on the bed and crossed his legs, displaying his black three-piece, Armani suit. /"Funny you should ask that, because you already cost me days from work./"
