Grace's POV
I feel dizzy, and my body feels somewhat different. It seems almost impossible for me to go to the daycare center. Not to mention that last night still lingers in my mind. How can I focus on work now?
"Maybe it's true... I don't have to work, but I should meet him at his place."
I pick up my phone from the nightstand, and I see a message from Logan.
My Big Baby: "Don't work... come here and rest. I know you're not okay after last night. I'll take the best care of you. Love you."
I can't help but smile when reading the message, remembering his handsome face, recalling how sweet last night was even though it ended with a bit of misunderstanding.
"Hmm... I thought he was mad."
"Grace, why don't you open this gift?" Stella comes in holding a small box. "I think it's from Logan."
I immediately reach for the gift, staring at it with curiosity.
"Let's see what he gave you." Stella sits on the edge of the bed, smiling at me, while I hesitate to open the gift. "Come on..."
I sigh and open the box, immediately finding a luxurious white watch covered with beads that resemble diamonds.
"What the..." Stella is astonished. "Sis... this is a real diamond!"
I furrow my brow and let her take the watch, inspecting it closely, while my eyes return to the box and I see a small piece of paper inside.
I take it and read it.
"Even time will not change my love for you."
I furrow my brow, trying to understand the meaning of that sentence.
"Sis, this is really a diamond." Stella hands the watch back to me. "I've seen it in a magazine at my boss's office. It said this watch is only available in five units in London... and three have already been sold, bought by a woman named Lisa Hart!"
"Lisa Hart?" I furrow my brows, looking at Stella, who's now wide-eyed, even tapping my thigh
"Do you remember that news?" She points at me.
"What?"
"Logan left the fashion show with William Hart's confidant, and now he's back here, giving you a luxury watch that was sold for Lisa Hart... Lisa Hart is probably William Hart's wife... maybe his second wife, who's been hiding and never showed her face!" She explains excitedly.
I stay silent, not understanding.
"Hey... It makes so much sense that this watch came from Lisa Hart... Maybe Logan is her son who's been hiding his identity!" She taps my shoulder again and laughs. "Wow... Your boyfriend is the son of a millionaire!"
I can't help but laugh at how far she's gone with her assumptions.
"Sis... you believe that, right?" she asks.
"No!" I shake my head and stand up from the bed. "Your expectations are too far, Stella. Just because he went with William Hart's confidant and has the same watch Lisa Hart bought doesn't mean Logan is their son," I say as I take clothes from the wardrobe.
"Hey... Don't you get it?"
"I understand... But I trust my Logan!" I glance at Stella, who looks frustrated. "Logan is Logan Maverick, and he was with William Hart's confidant because he was visiting his friend. Maybe his friend is William Hart's son... and maybe he recommended the watch, and Logan bought it for me..." I shrug.
Stella stays silent.
"I'm sure his salary is enough to buy that watch," I add.
"But still... I'm suspicious," Stella replies with a worried look, staring at the watch again. "As long as we don't know who Logan's parents are, I'll think he's the mysterious son of William Hart. After all, if he's not their son, why hide his family background, never talk about his family...?"
"Because he wants to protect their privacy!" I insist, then continue choosing the clothes I'll wear.
A moment later, Stella approaches and places the watch in the wardrobe drawer. "My suspicions might be over the top, but it makes sense. I hope you'll start investigating by asking him about his family background," she says and leaves immediately.
I sigh and open the drawer, looking at the luxurious watch, remembering how confident Stella was that it was one of the watches bought by Lisa Hart.
'If Lisa Hart is really his mother and gave him this watch, and then he gave it to me... Could that mean his mother knows about our relationship? And she's not angry?'
Suddenly, my heart races. I don't know why, but my thoughts take me to the possibility that Logan is part of the wealthy Hart family.
"Maybe I should start finding out!"
Without wasting much time, I quickly shower, change clothes, put on a little makeup, and don't forget to spray jasmine green tea perfume and apply deodorant before leaving the apartment.
It only takes a few minutes to get to Mrs. Katherine Maverick's apartment. I press the code on the door, and of course, it opens right away.
I enter and am immediately greeted by the warm atmosphere of the room, probably because Logan is cold and turned on the heater. However, the place is very quiet, very neat, and there's the aroma of hot chocolate and toast that instantly makes my stomach growl.
'Yeah, I'm really hungry. My enthusiasm and curiosity made me forget to have breakfast.'
"Hey, you're here." A voice greets me from the dining room.
I quickly turn, and of course, it's Logan, looking warm in a gray sweater and black hotpants, his hair neatly styled. He looks fresh, hot, and his smile is so sweet.
'Is this young man mine? Can I claim him just because he gave me such an expensive gift and we slept together last night?'
"I thought you'd still be working because you love your job so much," he says, placing a plate of bread and a cup of hot chocolate on the table.
"Um..." I suddenly feel nervous, not knowing what to say. 'Damn, should I just ask about his family background? What if he really is from the William Hart family? What if he thinks I'm asking because I want to know if he's super rich? And then he thinks I only want his money? No... That could make him look at me badly!'
"Hey..." He approaches with a curious smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He holds my shoulders.
"Um..." I look down, unable to hide my shy smile. "I... I just..."
"Don't be nervous anymore," he whispers, tilting my head by touching my chin, our eyes meet, and our faces are so close that I can breathe in fresh air. "Last night meant a lot to me, and I hope it can stop the awkwardness and tension between us," he whispers.
I remain silent, frozen in his gaze, until my eyes instinctively close when his lips touch mine. It's so fresh, soft, and it sends a strong, warm sensation through me, especially with his hand on my slim waist.
I can't do anything except hug his neck and respond to his kiss, which becomes more aggressive. Then suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me in disappointment, but he just smiles at me.
"I don't want to lose control," he says, then reaches for my lower area, still covered by my gray pants that match my top. "You need to rest," he continues.
I nod, smiling faintly. "Yeah... you're right... Anyway, we're not doing that again," I say, and his smile fades instantly.
We fall into silence, staring at each other, making me wonder if he still really wants to fulfill my dream of having a child, or maybe he's just addicted to sex with me.
'That doesn't mean it's love.'
"Alright..." He exhales sharply and moves away from me. "Let's have breakfast while the bread is still warm." He sits on the sofa.
I immediately sit beside him, watching him cut the bread and share it with me. I take a piece and eat it slowly. It tastes pretty good with jam that's sweet but not from sugar or chocolate.
"What kind of jam is this?" I look at the bread, revealing the dark reddish jam.
"It's date jam, good for your health," he says.
"Oh..."
We sit in silence, eating and sharing the hot chocolate. Suddenly, I'm haunted by a sense of guilt for creating distance between us. His flat expression makes me miss his sweet smile and warm demeanor.
'Will he always be like this if I stick to my decision?'
"Have you opened the gift I gave you?" he suddenly asks.
I nod while swallowing the last piece of bread. "Yeah... it's really nice... Stella said it's the most expensive watch and only five units are available in London," I say nervously, his gaze completely breaking me down.
"It's from my mother."
"What?" I furrow my brow, staring at him as my mind immediately returns to Stella's theory about Logan's family background.