Chapter 115 Worlds Apart

And, after the trip to the club earlier, Logan realised he had not been cured; Alessia was the exception.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Logan stepped on the gas pedal.

Alessia was a challenge—a challenge he was not willing to relinquish.

***

The challenge stepped out of the sleek black car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement.

Alessia offered a polite nod to the driver, who met her with a curt acknowledgement before speeding away into the night.

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his stoic demeanour.

It seemed that Logan’s employees shared his penchant for terseness.

‘Guess not all of Logan’s minions are conversational,’ she muttered under her breath, the corners of her lips quirking in wry amusement.

She adjusted the oversized shirt she was wearing, rolling up the sleeves and tugging at the hem.

The pants were no better, requiring constant hitching as she made her way towards her apartment building.

The lobby was a stark contrast to the opulent mansion she ha