I don't know, but when I expressed my thoughts to Logan, he became angry without providing any explanation. It's incredibly frustrating and, quite frankly, irresponsible of him.
How dare he...
If he has a problem, he shouldn't take it out on me. If he has an issue with me, we could have calmly discussed it instead.
As I was about to leave, he grabbed my arm. Though his grip wasn't too tight, it was evident that he simply wanted to prevent me from leaving.
"Just stop talking to any males, guys, or playboys. Stop talking to them, or else I'll go insane!" he exclaimed in frustration, messing up my neatly combed hair.
I shook my head and forcefully removed his hand from my arm. I looked at him with a sharp gaze, trying to comprehend the reasoning behind his irrational behavior.
"Logan, you're such a confusing person, and you've only given me more reason to believe so. After my exhausting day at school, you called me here to be your servant. I let it slide because it was okay... just so I could reduce the sentence I receive from you.
"And then I see you with another girl? And, to be honest, I don't even have a reason to be angry about it, but the worst part is... it's just... it's hard to explain!
"And lastly, you have no right to dictate to me, okay? I thought you had changed. Once again, you've disappointed me. I considered you a friend, an older brother figure, someone to admire, but you've failed to meet my expectations. From now on, I'll treat you as my boss," I concluded firmly.
I've had enough of my own foolishness, enough of hoping, enough of being trapped in this dream led by his actions, which seem to give me false hope.
Deciding to go home, I resolved to walk if necessary, as long as he wasn't the one taking me home. I'm completely done with that guy.
I went to see the lady and her secretary to return the borrowed jewelry and the expensive gown I was wearing. Yes, it felt like a Cinderella story, with my happiness having a time limit. The only difference is that it wasn't even midnight yet, and it was already snatched away from me.
"I'll take you home," David offered, representing himself. I thought to myself, why not? If someone gets mad, I won't be held accountable.
"Okay, thanks for the offer," I replied and got into his car.
"When will you go back to China?" I asked him.
He smiled. "I'm not sure yet. My parents want me to learn how to manage our business here in Clayland. We also have a big farm and plantations in China. My dad wants me to gain experience here," he explained.
"What about Andrew? How is he doing?"
He didn't seem surprised by my question and responded, "You're the reason he was sent back to China, right? Please forgive him. He's naturally mischievous, but I'm sure he'll be disciplined there now."
I nodded. "That's good to hear. If it were up to me, I wouldn't want your brother to attract attention in China either. It's obvious that he's happier here. Shit happens, and Logan actually wanted to teach Andrew a lesson."
He laughed. "That's just how my brother is—overprotective of people he's interested in," he remarked, surprising me.
"Are you kidding? Your brother is interested in me?" I responded, somewhat sarcastically.
"Yes, and it's evident," he replied.
"You must be kidding, David," I said.
"No, I'm serious. We know him very well. He wouldn't bother protecting you if you weren't important to him. We can see that you hold a special place in his heart," he shared, catching me off guard. When did I become the object of Logan's affection?
"You know, you have a future as a comedian," I remarked.
"I know how angry Logan is right now. When I return home to the mansion later, I might get punched by him," he revealed.
"Why would he punch you? Is he made of gold?" I retorted in annoyance. If Logan has a violent streak, it's a big red flag, isn't it?
"Haha, of course, I'm also one of the reasons Lola's plan succeeded," he explained.
I simply shook my head. "What plan is that? I was annoyed earlier, so I just went along with it," I admitted.
He seemed surprised by my response. "I thought you already knew. You see, my brother has been rumored to be courting a high school student, so he decided to hold this event. He got an escort to make it seem like he's in another relationship. His plan was to show everyone that you're just a maid because he doesn't want you to be pursued or hounded by reporters and paparazzi."
I felt like lightning had struck me upon hearing this revelation. I couldn't fathom the extent of his efforts to protect me. It felt like I was melting from everything I heard.
It was as if my conscience had swallowed me whole with the weight of this new knowledge.
"Are you okay?" David asked, concerned. If only I could slap those two grandmothers. They messed up my relationship with Logan.
I had the audacity to say those hurtful words to Logan. He doesn't deserve such treatment. My conscience is tormenting me, and I suddenly have the urge to return to the mansion and apologize to Logan for my thoughtless remarks. Because, honestly, that guy doesn't deserve any of the shit I said.
After David dropped me off, I bid him farewell with a disappointed look. I didn't know how to face Logan at this point.
Upon arriving home, I found Mom calculating the budget at the dining table. She looked exhausted and tired, but when she saw me, she hid it all behind a bright smile.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her concern evident.
I forced a smile because I didn't want to worry Mom. "Just tired, Mom."
"Then rest. Have you eaten?" she inquired.
"Yes, Mom. You should rest too."
I went up to my room and lay down, overwhelmed by the frustration consuming me.
You know that feeling when you want to close your eyes, but your nagging conscience won't let you?
I can still see the pain on his face. Guilt is slowly consuming me, burning and tormenting my soul.
Whenever I think about the baseless accusations I made against him, it feels like I'm struggling to swallow my own words.
I'm unsure how much time I've spent engulfed in sleep.
Logan has been silent towards me for a few days. I have a strong feeling that he's angry with me because of what I said to him.
I don't know which feeling came first, but I've been feeling down for a few days now. Maybe I've grown accustomed to receiving text messages from him.
He would send a simple message like "good morning," "eat well," or "have a nice day," and it would make me smile like a fool.
But I haven't received a single word or text from him. I need to get used to the fact that he's no longer in my life.
I don't know how much gratitude I still owe him. If my calculations are correct, we only have two weeks left.
Today is Saturday, and I should be at work by now, but I'm scared.
I'm afraid of what he might say to me. What if he doesn't want to see me anymore? What if he spits those words right in my face? It would surely break my heart.
I don't know if I can bear to hear that.
Summoning the courage, I decided to send him a text message. I informed him that I won't be able to make it today because I'm not feeling well.
And then, I waited. But he didn't reply with a single word. It felt like a heavy stone was dropped onto my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I wanted to cry because of the overwhelming emotions I was experiencing, but I held back my tears.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I assumed it was Alice and shouted, "Go away!" But it turned out to be Mom.
"Open the door, your boss is here to pick me up."
I thought Mom was playing a prank on me, but I know her well enough to know she wouldn't do that. When I opened the door, there stood Logan. Mom quickly left, leaving me frozen in surprise.
"Um, can I escort you downstairs?" he asked, appearing embarrassed. Logan Lopez being embarrassed? That was something new.
I nodded and allowed him to lead the way. I even slapped my face twice to confirm that I wasn't dreaming or asleep.
As soon as we reached downstairs, he handed me chocolate and a bouquet of flowers, catching me off guard. I was flustered beyond belief.
"Logan."
"Krystal."
We both spoke simultaneously.
"It's your turn," we said together again.
I shook my head, indicating that he should go first. "Um, aren't you angry anymore?" he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I hadn't expected that question. I thought he would still be mad. After all, my hurtful words were completely undeserved.
I immediately shook my head. "I should be the one asking that. I found out about what happened and your reasons for that event from David on the way home. I hope you're not angry about what I said. I'm so sorry," I apologized sincerely.
He shook his head. "It's my fault too. I should have told you and taken your feelings into consideration. You're right," he acknowledged.
"In the future, let's promise to communicate better. We're both involved in each other's lives. Can we start trusting each other?"
He smiled. "I will start trusting you more."
And in that moment, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and the possibilities between us felt endless.