Chapter 64
The next morning, Ryan dropped Roaxana home and headed to his apartment. He was happy that he finally had a good
conversation with his best friend and seeded in clearing everything between them.
As he entered his apartment and reached the living room, brother, Noah.
his eyes
fell upon
his elder
“What are you doing here?” Ryan asked.
Noah lifted his head from the phone. “You are finally here. Where were you? You stench of a motel. Has my brother turned into a
bad boy?” he asked and watched Ryan sitting across from him.
“There’s nothing like that. | got stuckst night at a ce, and couldn’t get any nearby hotel to spend a night. So, | had to take a
motel,” Ryan asserted. But he refrained from taking Roaxana’s name.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
Noah picked up the newspaper and tossed it at Ryan, who caught it effortlessly.
“You should!
the front headline,” Noah instructed.
Ryan, puzzled by Noah’s words, nced at the front page of the newspaper. His eyes. widened in shock as he saw photos of
himself with Roaxana, taken from the river bridge and then entering the motel.
“What''s this?” Ryan muttered, his heart sinking at the sight of the incriminating images.
“Exactly. You spent a night with a Lycan Family daughter,” Noah pronounced. “Dad is mad at you. You know well that how much
our family hates Lycans,” he affirmed.
“Bro, we didn’t spend any night together. | mean, it was raining heavily and my car’s fuel tank was almost empty. We had to take
that motel. You are well aware of the fact that | am a good friend to Roaxana,” he exined to Noah.
“Ryan, my trust on you doesn’t matter. You know that our father hates the Lycans,” Noah stated.
“| don’t understand what does this photo even signify to him?” Ryan muttered.
“He will go to the Moore Family to confront with Roaxana’s parents. Don’t you know, Dad? That’s why I’ve been waiting for you
here. You should change quickly, and then I''ll take you home,” Noah suggested to him.
Ryan was still unable to understand what did he exactly do, which angered their father. However, except agreeing to his elder
brother he had no other choice. He headed to his
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bedroom to freshen up.
Hope’s eyes widened in disbelief as Logan handed her an envelope, which contained. what appeared to be an intern joining
letter for hispany.
“But | haven''t even interviewed yet,” she protested, her confusion evident on her face.
“You''ll be my personal assistant,” Logan dered with a smile, urging her to open the envelope and read the letter herself.
“What?” Hope eximed in surprise, shaking her head in disbelief as she read the contents of the letter. “Logan, this isn’t right. |
was just joking. You know | can’t ept an intern position without going through the proper interview process,” she asserted.
firmly, feeling conflicted about the offer.
Logan simply flicked her forehead yfully, eliciting a small whine from her as she rubbed the spot tenderly.
“You are the part of the Moore Family. Your appointment won''t bring any kinds of questions when everyone knows you are my
wife,” Logan stated. He then lifted her chin, his lips inching close to her, “I can interview you well in my own way.”
“Yep, my way,” Logan affirmed, his gaze lingering on her lips before he leaned in to capture them in a passionate kiss. As their
lips met, he couldn’t help but notice the sweet taste of strawberries, igniting a fire within him.
Every time he initiated a kiss, it never seemed to be enough for him. Both he and his lycan beast yearned for more, thus craving
the intoxicating connection he shared with Hope.
His hand tenderly cradled her neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth after she parted her lips.
Logan was determined to ensure that Hope wouldn’t escape his grasp as he pressed her against the wall behind her, feeling her
body be rigid between him and the solid surface.
Hope’s knees grew weaker with each stroke of their passionate kiss, her hands instinctively moving to the back of Logan’s neck
as she melted into his embrace. Eventually, she managed to pull away, gasping for air as she reminded him of his impending
meeting.
“To hell with the meeting. | want you,” Logan dered, his eyes gleaming with a fiery intensity as he swiftly untied the knot of her
floral dress. His lips trailed a path along her neck and bare shoulder, eliciting soft mewls from Hope as his hands caressed her
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“Mmm... Hope moaned softly against his lips, feeling a knot of desire forming in the pit of her stomach as they surrendered to the
passion between them.
“Logan, you should really stop. At this rate, you''ll gette... Ahh,” Hope ended up crying as he nipped her sweet spot. His one
hand was already on her inner thigh, tracing circles there with his thumb.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Logan asked, his face hovering just inches from hers. Their lips were tantalizingly close, their
heartbeats and breaths synchronizing in the charged atmosphere.
“I-L...” Hope’s throat felt dry as she struggled to form a coherent response.
Logan’s lips brushed against hers as he pressed for an answer. “Answer me, Hope. Your husband is waiting,” he urged, his voice
tinged with desire.
“You''ll bete,” Hope whispered, her voice barely audible.
“My meeting isn’t untilter, Logan countered, lifting her effortlessly into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Instead of setting
her down, he positioned her to straddle him.
“You''re straying from your own rules, Mr. Logan. What if your employees discover you can’t control yourself in front of your wife?”
Hope challenged, lifting his chin to meet her
gaze with a hint of yful defiance.
“Aman bes weak in the allure of his wife, Logan stated, his hands resting on her hips as he watched Hope move above
him, eliciting a groan of desire from him. “You truly are a seductress,” he proimed before leaning in to kiss her passionately
once again.
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