VIVIAN'S POV
Logan's assistant lay on the couch, her body exposed, wearing only half her clothes. My mind raced with questions about what had transpired, what they might have done. Could this be the reason Logan had left me at the hospital, causing me to worry endlessly about his well-being?
"I can't bear this," I muttered to myself, torn between leaving the scene and confronting the situation. A deep intuition urged me to caution his assistant and find out more.
"Hey! Hey!" I tapped her repeatedly, desperately trying to rouse her. "What are you doing here in this state?" I demanded, watching her slowly start dressing.
"It's not what it seems! I came here to drop off your bag and my boss's bag. He was attacked, so I decided to lend a hand until you arrived," she explained, her voice filled with defensiveness.
"Attacked? Where is he?" I inquired, a rush of fear coursing through me, causing goosebumps to adorn my skin like delicate artwork.
