A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 

I was too flustered to thank Logan. 

Meanwhile, he was gently holding the steering wheel, his flawless and defined hands resembling sculpture. 

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I recognized the watch on his wrist. It was an Audemars Piguet watch–a subtle luxury brand that cost a fortune. 

Just then, Logan met my eyes. 

“Woody–No, Logan, where should I go now?” I asked, awkwardly lowering my head to avert his stare. I was at a loss. “I don’t remember where Teri lives.” 

Logan sighed. “Have you actually forgotten it?” 

I nodded. “The doctor says I have intermittent amnesia, and it’s unclear when I’ll remember the things I’ve forgotten.” 

Logan frowned. “It’s that bad? Does Elijah know?” 

I let out a bitter chuckle while shaking my head. “He doesn’t believe me at all. He thinks I’m lying.” 

Logan seemed slightly upset upon hearing this. For a long while, he stared at me with utmost seriousness before changing the topic. He said, “Do you have WhatsApp?” 

“Huh?” I uttered in confusion. But quickly, I realized that he was asking to add my phone number to his WhatsApp. 

So, I frantically dug for my phone and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Logan. I should’ve added your number earlier. I must’ve forgotten because my mind was all over the place.” 

Logan took his phone out while we were waiting for the traffic light. After a few taps on his phone, he scanned my WhatsApp QR code. 

Once we added each other’s contacts to our WhatsApps, I clicked on his profile picture for a quick look- it was an abstract painting in black, white, and gray. 

I couldn’t understand what it meant, but it complimented Logan’s overall air well. There was something cold, distant 

and enigmatic about it. 

I then said, “I’ll transfer you the medical fees…” 

Suddenly, Logan reached out. His slender and slightly cold fingertips touched mine, causing my face to redden. 

With a light chuckle, he replied, “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll discuss it after I help you get settled.” 

After that, Logan didn’t speak to me for the rest of the journey. It seemed like he disliked talking, and I had no clue what to talk about either. 

After a while, Logan casually tapped a button in his car and the radio began playing a pleasant piano tune. My nerves–which had been tense all day–finally relaxed upon hearing the music. Before I knew it, I fell asleep against the car window. 

I slept soundly as if I had returned to being a baby nesting in a warm, swaying crib. 

When the car stopped, I blearly opened my eyes, 

“Are you up?” Logan asked. The faint scent of pinewood wafted toward me as he leaned in to unfasten my seatbelt. The pine scent intensified when he got closer, so I sank deeper into the seat to avoid him. 

Logan’s lips curved into a faint smile as he pointed to a corner of my lips. “You should wipe that.” 

Confused, I touched my lip. However, I soon realized that I had been drooling in my sleep!