She remained hugging him, her face resting on his hair, until she realized that the silence that enveloped them was taking too long. Worried that she might have said something that displeased him, Missy lowered her gaze to his expression again, and was surprised to see that he looked stunned and delighted, almost disoriented. - Logan? – Missy called him, more and more worried – Are you okay? Was it something I said? - Not. No, love, of course not…' He shook his head gently a few times, and when he looked up at her again, there was an emotion there so intense and so unfamiliar to her that Missy felt her body go tense, no reaction – Just… It will be an honor to take you with me, if that's how you feel. – he finally spoke, after another moment of silence, with an absurdly beautiful smile. - And I'll be honored to share with you something you love. Missy admitted, leaning down to give him what she knew the two of them would soon turn into much more than a kiss. - Missy, why are you cry

Even confused by what he meant by "forced," Missy could only listen, stunned and heartbroken, to everything he had said, absorbing every word as if it were a bundle of thorns passing through her throat. Everything about that situation, the suffering of Tristan Knight, of the whole family, of Logan… it made her feel so helpless and agonized. Her body was tense and at the same time weak, trapped in the anguish of wanting to do something to ease that past suffering, even knowing that he couldn't do anything to remedy what that woman had done. Thus, still in total silence, she remained holding his hand on the steering wheel, until she finally found enough strength within herself to be able to speak again, albeit in a very fragile way. - Could you tell me more good things about your grandfather? – she asked shyly, anxious to get him to talk about happy things and to wipe those fierce shadows from his expression – Like when he talked to you about playing the piano, maybe? Logan remained wi

- Thank you my dear. – Gwyneth whined, kissing her temple lovingly – Thank you for doing this for our son… Thank you for being in his life. And for making him so happy. - I'm the one who should be saying these things... - Logan sniffed, looking a little more composed as he cupped Missy's face between his hands, pulling her into a soft, warm kiss - You, Melissa Sutton, are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you very much... - he looked at her deeply and intensely, while another tear escaped from the corner of her eye - For existing. For being with me. For making me so happy... Thank you... For everything. He finally sighed, his deep voice completely choking. - Seeing you so happy is the greatest thanks I could receive. – she confessed, tightening her arms around his chest, before putting herself on tiptoes so she could whisper against his ear – You spent so much time taking care of your family, your agency, me… But you deserve it. that someone takes care of you a little to

- Was it Knight's cock that taught you all this superiority? - Liam mocked, full of scorn - In the old days you knew better where you belonged. Especially when you were the first to jump the fence. It's a lot of nerve on your part to have been hurting and crying all over the place when you found out that I was looking for something better. As I always knew you would when you found out, by the way. - He gave a smile full of superiority and Missy's stomach lurched when she realized how much that man, for whom she had once nurtured a true feeling and even called her boyfriend, found pleasure in describing how much she had suffered. - How can it be so low? - she accused, feeling nothing but pure disgust - You know very well that I was always faithful and true to you. Something you never reciprocated or deserved. Not that anything was really reciprocal about that horrible thing we had. - she recalled, with a tightness in her chest coming not from that old pain of humiliation, but from the

- And the teacher repeated several times that he is a natural talent! He just needs the right guidance... - You're being very generous, Missy. It wasn't that impressive. - Logan gave an awkward smile, while he continued to help her dry the dishes that Gwyneth was washing in the sink, listening carefully to what Missy had to say about their first piano lesson, which had happened that Friday. - Do not be modest. – Missy smiled at him, before turning back to Gwyneth – He will become a fantastic pianist in no time, I have no doubt! - You don't know how happy I am to hear that. - Gwyneth smiled, happy, looking away to a still embarrassed Logan - We all always knew he had a hidden talent for music... Especially his grandfather. - Her smile became sad, before she looked at Missy again - But, what about you dear? Did you like the class? - Well, I think I'm what anyone would expect from a student who wanted to start learning piano at the age of 25. - Missy laughed, awkwardly - But, really,