Chapter 43 The Tables Are Turned

Alessia, her cheek still stinging, met Logan’s gaze, gratitude flickering in her eyes.

She nodded, acknowledging his intervention. ‘Thank you, Mr Wilde.’

Logan studied her face intently.

After a moment of silent observation, he asked, ‘Does it hurt?’

Alessia, who had been trying to maintain a tough facade, was almost undone by those three simple words.

She felt a wave of relief wash over her, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Logan reached out and gently brushed a tear from her cheek.

‘Alessia, why didn’t you call me? You have my number,’ he chided softly, his voice filled with a mix of disappointment and worry.

Alessia sniffled but said nothing.

How could she call him after he so unceremoniously dismissed her from his office earlier that day?

Jeramy Chavez, his face contorted with regret, suddenly realised that Alessia was more than just a plaything to Mr Wilde.

The gravity of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks, and he found himself sincerely apologising to Alessia. ‘Al