Chapter 333


    Chapter 333 Straight To The Heart


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    The shadows on the ceiling seemed to sway and dance as Iy on the plush bed, the soft linens


    providing littlefort to my restless mind. Each tick of the ornate clock on the wall reverberated in my


    ears, amplifying my rising anxiety.


    But it was the silence that was the loudest of all, the quiet punctuated only by my shallow breaths.


    “Can’t sleep?” a familiar voice echoed in the depths of my mind, its tone soft and yful. Ema.


    “Hey, Ema,” I whispered out loud to the wolf within me, grateful for thepany. She chuffed in


    amusement. “You’re thinking about him. I can tell.”


    I sighed, turning onto my side, curling up as if shielding myself. “I’m not. I’m just… restless.”


    There was a pause, a stillness, before she responded. “Don’t pretend that you’re not worried about


    him.”


    I rolled my eyes. “I’m not worried.”


    She chuckled, a sound that reverberated through my core. “E, after all these years, do you think you


    can hide your feelings from me?”


    “I’m just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words, my heartbeats quickening. “He could be out there


    doing something dangerous right now. He’s always involved in something risky.”


    My wolf hummed, a gentle, soothing sound that seemed to wrap around me. “He’s strong, E. And


    smart. Logan knows how to handle himself.”


    “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I whispered, my voice catching. “He might push himself too far. What if


    something happens?”


    There was a soft sigh, one filled with understanding. “He’s been living this life long before you came


    into the picture. Trust him.”


    Pulling the nkets up to my chin, I tried to push away the rising tide of worry. “I just wish he would


    confide in me more. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so afraid for him.”


    The wolf’s voice grew tender, maternal almost. “He’s trying to protect you, in his own way. But it’s okay


    to be scared. It shows you care.”


    I bit my lip, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I just wish I could be there with him, side by side. To


    face the dangers together.”


    A softugh emanated from within. “Your fierceness always did amuse me. But for now, try to rest. You


    need your strength.”


    “I can’t,” I admitted, my fingers clutching the sheets. There was a beat of silence. “Then maybe you


    should do something else. Distraction, can be a useful ally.”


    Nodding to myself, I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold


    marble floor sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me. Taking a deep breath, I got to my feet and


    padded softly towards the window.


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    Outside, the moon bathed the gardens in a silvery glow, painting everything in ethereal light. The world


    seemed peaceful, untouched by the storm that raged within me.


    Drawing the curtains back, I decided to take a walk. Maybe the night air would clear my mind, help


    calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me.


    The silence was almost stifling as I wandered around Logan’s mansion. The high ceilings and grandeur


    of the rooms I passed seemed endless, a testament to Logan’s taste for luxury. Every turn revealed


    ornate artwork, gilded mirrors, and the kind of furnishings one would see in glossy magazines. But for


    all its opulence, the mansion felt devoid of warmth.


    In a house as vast as this, one could easily get lost-both physically and metaphorically. My feet made


    soft, echoing sounds on the marble floor as I strolled, asionally stopping to admire a painting or a


    delicate piece of sculpture.


    Time seemed to lose its meaning, and before l knew it, my stomach emitted an audible growl, pulling


    me out of my reverie.


    “Of course,” I muttered to myself, “all this exploring made me hungry.”


    With a newfound purpose, I began my search for the kitchen. The mansion’sbyrinthine design made


    it a bit challenging, but I eventually stumbled upon a massive double door that opened to reveal an


    even more impressive kitchen. The counters sparkled with cleanliness, and the steel appliances looked


    straight out of amercial.


    I stood there for a moment, absorbing the size and splendor, before a gentle voice broke my thoughts.


    “Hello, dear. Lost, are we?”


    I spun around to find Mrs. Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile ying on her lips. Her


    gray hair was neatly pulled into a bun, and there was a familiar warmth in her eyes that immediately


    reminded me of Selina.


    “Oh, I… I was just looking for something to eat,” I admitted sheepishly.


    Mrs. Wentworth chuckled, her eyes twinkling.


    “Well, you’vee to the right ce.” She motioned for me to sit at one of the stools by the kitchen


    ind. “Why don’t you let me whip up something for you?”


    I hesitated for a moment, but the allure of a homemade meal was too hard to resist. “A sandwich would


    be wonderful. Thank you.”


    She set to work with practiced ease, pulling ingredients from the fridge and spreading condiments on


    soft bread. As she worked, she started speaking, her voice soft and filled with memories. “You know,


    I’ve been with Logan’s family since he was a little boy. I watched him grow up, take his first steps, say


    his first words.”


    I leaned forward, intrigued. “He must’ve been a handful.”


    She chuckled. “Oh, he was always a sweetheart. Always full ofughter and mischief. But that all


    changed when his mother passed away.”


    My heart ached at the thought of a young Logan losing his mother. “How did he change?”


    Mrs. Wentworth sighed, looking distant. “He was always so happy, always with a smile on his face.


    After the tragedy, he became so… serious. It’s like a part of him was taken away with her.”


    A somber silence hung between us, filled only by the soft rustling of her making the sandwich.


    “Buttely,” she continued, her tone a bit brighter, “ever since he met you, I’ve noticed that his smiles


    are returning. It’s as if a piece of the old Logan is back.”


    I blinked, taken aback. “Me? I doubt I had any effect on him.”


    Mrs. Wentworth handed me a te with the sandwich and shook her head, her gaze sharp and


    knowing. “Don’t sell yourself short, dear. The way he looks at you, the way he talks about you… He


    must really love you.”


    My cheeks burned, the heat rising rapidly. I tried tough it off, but it came out a bit strained. “Love is a


    strong word. Maybe it’s just infatuation.”


    Mrs. Wentworth took the stool next to mine, her expression stern yet gentle. “E, I’ve seen Logan with


    many women over the years, but none like you. If he didn’t truly care about you, he wouldn’t have


    brought you here, to his sanctuary, to keep you safe while he’s out handling his business.”


    I stared down at the sandwich, lost in thought, the weight of her words settling around me. All this time,


    I had convinced myself that our connection was fleeting, merely a result of circumstances. But Mrs.


    Wentworth’s observations added a newyer ofplexity to it all.


    “Thank you, Mrs. Wentworth,” I murmured, not just for the meal but for the unexpected insight into


    Logan’s world.


    She patted my hand, a smile spreading across her face. “Eat up, dear. And remember, sometimes the


    heart sees what the eyes cannot.”