Logan's aura switched from loving to deadly the moment Arissa was out of sight. He stared at the people around who took the role of the press upon themselves and stupidly, were still taking inappropriate photos of him.
Controlling himself, he looked back at his arm that once held his 'wife' so close for the first time. Yes, Arissa was meant to be his, and technically, being his meant getting married to him so, he has all rights in calling her his wife.
Lost in the feeling of his hand on her waist with her body pressed so close to him, Logan released a wide grin as he stared back at the staircase she just escaped from.
However, his gaze changed as they became filled with plot and craftiness when he turned back at the couples in the ward.
He tried to catch a glimpse of their faces but it was useless as they were so endorsed in whatever they were talking about or promising each other.
