Hope dabbed the napkin over her mouth as she enjoyed her meal with Logan. The private room was
cozy an dim lit, giving it a romantic ambiance. “I enjoyed it,” Hope said and the two left their seats.
Logan helped her wearing the overcoat and held her purse. He then put on his warm coat and they
both left this five star restuarant.
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As they reached near the car, Logan suggested her if she would like to go to a nearby park.
“Umm… Sure. But don’t you think it’s toote? You need to go to the office tomorrow,” Hope asserted.
“Don’t worry about that.” Logan grasped her hand and took her to the park. It wasn’t crowded much but
people could be seeng there. As they strode through the park, Logan opened his mouth to speak,
“Hope, I’ve something to tell you.”
“Hmm? What is it?” Hope tilted her head to gaze at him.
“Olivia has lied to me. My gut feeling says that I’ve been fooled by her,” Logan truthfully told her.
“What do you mean?” Hope got perplexed by his statement. “Why would Olivia lie to you? You said
Olivia had always been there for you when you were vulnerable,” she affirmed.
“Yes. But her reappearance has not what I ever anticipated,” Logan replied, “Something is not right.
about this,” he proimed.
They both stopped walking when Hope reached out her hand to caress his arm. “Everyone found it
strange. But I’ve watched such cases, where the person would return to life. I think Olivia also ended
up being alive that way,” she opined.
“Victor never approached me, why? Why does he have to keep it hidden from me? Victor was aware of
my condition,” Logan presented another reason in front of her to make her think that Olivia was
someone, whom he couldn’t understand well. In fact, now he believed that he knew nothing about
Olivia.
Hope grappled with the perplexing situation, acknowledging the truth in her husband’s words regarding
Olivia’s sudden reappearance after being dered dead for so long. The circumstances were indeed
bewildering and unsettling for everyone involved.
“What do you want to do about it?” Hope inquired, her concern evident in her voice.
“I’m investigating,” Logan responded, determined to uncover the truth behind Olivia’s return and the
peculiar events surrounding it.
“You doubt Olivia!?” Hope eximed, taken aback by the revtion.
“I didn’t want to, but yes, I have my doubts,” Logan affirmed. “And there’s something else I noticed a
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few days ago,” he continued. “Let’s find a bench to sit and I’ll exin.” Taking Hope by the hand, Logan
led her to a nearby bench.
As Hope moved to sit down, Logan intervened, pulling out his handkerchief andying it on the bench.
“Now, you can sit,” he said, gesturing for her to take a seat, a gesture of chivalry and consideration.
Hope settled onto the bench, appreciating her husband’s thoughtfulness as he joined her.
“So, what did you notice a few days ago?” she asked, curious to hear more.
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“Olivia used to wear a perfume with a sweet, pleasant scent from a brand called Tiarra,” Logan began.
“I noticed that Henry had that same perfume scent on his clothes. It wasn’t strong, but it was noticeable
enough for me to recognize. And it wasn’t just once; I’ve encountered it several times,” he borated,
his concern evident as he shared his observations with Hope.
“Oh, perhaps he bought it,” Hope mused, attempting to rationalize Henry’s connection to the perfume.
“It’s a scent designed for women only. The first time I caught that scent, I was taken aback. Olivia was
the first person that came to mind,” Logan dered, his brows furrowing in deep thought.
Hope was astounded by her husband’s keen observation skills, admiring his ability to notice even the
minute details. “So, you suspect Olivia met Henry before returning home. But why would she do that?
And why wouldn’t Henry tell you, especially knowing how much you’ve missed Olivia?” she posed her
doubts, grappling with the perplexing situation alongside Logan..
“That’s the question, which is bothering me. Why Henry didn’t inform me? Why did he act so normally?
And why Olivia went to see him first?” Logan stated. The scent couldn’t be shifted unless the person
used the perfume or slept with that person. Logan didn’t wish to believe in his analogies. However, he
was unable to ignore them either.
As the fireworks illuminated the night sky in the distance, Hope couldn’t contain her excitement.
“Firecrackers!” she eximed joyfully, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Logan raised his gaze to the spectacle above, sharing in his wife’s joy as he watched the bursts of
color and light. Slowly, he reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as she nced at
him.
A smile graced her lips as she returned her gaze to the mesmerizing disy overhead, the moment
filled with a sense of shared happiness and connection between the two.
The next morning, Hope rose early, feeling refreshed and energized. Eager to start the day, she
decided to prepare breakfast for everyone. As she tied her hair back into a ponytail, she noticed Logan
still sleeping peacefully, looking as serene as a sleeping baby.
Walking over to the bed, she leaned down and nted a soft kiss on the center of Logan’s forehead,
expressing her love and affection. Quietly, she stood up and left the room, making her way to the
kitchen.
In her way to the kitchen, Hope encountered Grandpa William and greeted him with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Grandpa William,” she said cheerfully, ready to begin the day’s tasks with a positive
attitude.
“Grandpa, have you already had your tea, or would you like me to make one for you?” Hope inquired,
her tone was considerate and caring.
“I’ve already had my tea, thank you,” William replied with a smile. He was aware that they had returned
late the previous night.
“Yes, I woke up early today,” Hope confirmed. “I thought I would take care of preparing breakfast for
everyone,” she exined.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Grandpa William responded warmly, returning her smile as he made his way to
the living room to read the morning newspaper.
In the kitchen, Hope exchanged greetings with the maids, acknowledging their presence with a friendly
nod. Together, they began the preparations for breakfast, working in harmony to ensure a delicious
meal for everyone.
After an hour of diligent work, breakfast was finally ready. Hope instructed the maids to set the dining
table while she kept an eye on the apple pie, which was still baking in the oven. The three maids
promptly left with dishes in their hands to carry out their task, leaving Hope alone in the bustling
kitchen.
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per Olivia’s n, Roaxana entered the kitchen and picked up a knife from the counter while Hope had
a back toward her.
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Hope noticed Roaxana’s presence in the kitchen and greeted her warmly. “Oh, Sister Roxy! Good
morning. Breakfast is ready. Please, take a seat at the dining table,” she suggested, her tone was both
friendly and inviting.
However, Roaxana remained silent, her demeanor was tense. Unbeknownst to Hope, Roaxana had a
knife hidden behind her back, her expressions were unreadable too..
“Sister Roxy, is everything alright?” Hope inquired, taking a cautious step forward, concern evident in
her voice.
Suddenly, Roaxana brandished the knife as per Olivia’s instructions,unching an unexpected attack
on Hope, catching her off guard.
“Ahhhh!” Hope screamed in terror, her voice echoing through the kitchen as she instinctively shut her
eyes, bracing for the impending attack.
At that crucial moment, Logan swiftly intervened with his Lycan speed, positioning himself between
Roaxana and Hope, enfolding her in a protective embrace. Roaxana’s attack aimed at Hope
inadvertently struck Logan, the sharp de slicing through the fabric of his zer and shirt before
reaching his skin.
Despite the pain, Logan remained steady at his ce, shielding Hope from harm with his own body, his
priority ensuring her safety above all else.
As blood began to seep from the wound on Logan’s back, Roaxana snapped out of her trance-like
state, realizing what had just urred. Her senses returning, she looked around to find other family
members rushing into the kitchen, their eyes widening in shock at the sight of Logan’s bloodied back
and the knife in Roaxana’s hand.
“Logan! Hope!” Elizabeth shouted at covered her mouth with her hands.
“Roaxana, what did you do?” Henry rushed forward while the knife fell from Roaxana’s hand in
fear.
“I-it wasn’t me,” Roaxana murmured as her grimace turned fearful.