Alessia recalled what had happened more than six years ago and why she had dropped out.She was somewhat embarrassed as she explained, ‘Personal reasons. Something happened in my… family.’‘Oh.’ Professor Hurley smiled to indicate that he understood. ‘I’ll look into it and see how to work that out.’‘That’s…great. Thank you.’A surge of warmth welled within Alessia.She looked at Vince gratefully.She did not expect him to be so thoughtful.The interview with Professor Hurley was very successful.When the interview concluded, it was already noon.Vince proposed, ‘Let’s go get lunch. My treat.’During the meal, Alessia found out that Vince was once one of Professor Hurley’s most outstanding students, up until Vince decided to switch from Media Studies to Finance, though the professor was vague about the reason.By the time Vince drove her back to BuzzBeat, it was already half past two in the afternoon.As the car slowed to a stop, Alessia turned to Vince. ‘I can’t thank you enough for

Logan reluctantly agreed. ‘Okay, if that’s what you want.’With a heavy heart, he called for his butler. ‘Georg, please drive Alessia home.’Georg, always the discreet one, nodded. ‘Right away, Sir.’As Alessia and the butler made their way to the car, Logan couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness settling over him.He watched her leave, his heart aching at the distance that had suddenly grown between them.Alessia, seated in the car, couldn’t help but glance back at Logan’s imposing mansion.A myriad of emotions played on her face — confusion, hurt, and a hint of longing.The car rolled away, leaving Logan standing alone in the doorway, a sense of emptiness settling over him.Meanwhile, inside the car, Georg, ever the perceptive butler, spoke to Alessia, ‘Miss Jansen, relationships can be complicated. Sometimes, the truth takes time to surface.’Alessia sighed. ‘I just need some space to figure things out.’He nodded sympathetically. ‘Take all the time you need. I just want to say:

Logan asked, ‘Kid, what’s your name?’‘Milo.’‘Milo?’ Logan mentally searched for the name. ‘Arlie’s classmate?’‘Yes.’Logan was struck by a sudden realisation. ‘Alessia’s son?’Milo nodded.Logan stared at the boy in disbelief.This was Alessia’s son?Why did he look so much like Logan himself?Milo declared, ‘I’m the one who messed up your company’s website and sent those emails.’Logan, his mind pulled back to the present, gritted his teeth. ‘Kid, you’ve got nerve.’‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’‘Did Alessia put you up to this?’Milo wrinkled up his nose. ‘Do you always make accusations without evidence?’Logan took a deep breath. ‘Kid, tell me, who’s your father?’‘An arrogant, selfish jerk.’Logan stared at him.‘A supposed billionaire who doesn’t have enough money to hire a better IT guy,’ Milo continued.‘You are talking about me.’Milo spread out both hands. ‘Isn’t that obvious? You are not only arrogant, you are also slow.’Logan’s mind reeled as he processed the revelat

Milo eyed the dishes with a hint of scepticism, his expression turning into a subtle pout. ‘What’s this green stuff, Mom? And why is there fish that looks like it’s wearing a fancy coat?’Alessia chuckled at Milo’s candid observations. ‘That, sweetheart, is a kale salad, and the “fish with a fancy coat” is lobster. It’s a delicacy.’Milo wrinkled his nose. ‘Well, I don’t like it. Where’s the pizza or burgers?’Logan, determined to win Milo over, leaned in with a smile. ‘Come on, champ, give it a try. You might discover a new favourite.’Milo eyed the lobster suspiciously, but he reluctantly took a small bite.After chewing for a moment, he made a face that clearly communicated his distaste. ‘Ugh, it’s too fancy. I’d rather have a hotdog.’Alessia couldn’t help but laugh, exchanging amused glances with Logan. ‘Alright, we can order some hotdogs for you next time. But let’s not waste these dishes.’‘Okay.’Logan, eager to connect with Milo, tried to strike up a conversation. ‘So, Milo,

Logan stood up. ‘It’s good seeing you again, Elaine. Please say hello to Naomi for me.’‘I will.’The moment the door closed behind Logan, his face changed.Gone was the polite smile.His brows were knitted tightly together, his lips pressed into a thin line.He found Alessia outside the pharmacy on the first floor. ‘Done?’‘Yes. Let’s go.’ Alessia noticed his grim expression. ‘What’s wrong?’Logan didn’t seem to have heard her.He took hold of her wrist and dragged her towards the front door.‘Logan.’ Alessia struggled to keep pace with him. ‘What’s going on?’He said nothing.‘You are hurting me!’ Alessia protested, panting.Logan was walking too fast.She hissed in pain and almost doubled over as another wave of stomach cramps hit.Logan finally stopped.He snapped back to the present and noticed the sweat on Alessia’s forehead. ‘I’m sorry. I was…distracted.’He bent his knees and lifted her into his arms.‘I can walk by myself,’ Alessia said through gritted teeth.Logan turned a d