A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 

1 pinned mischievously and asked again, “What’s she like, you antist friend? How’s the relationship with Jonathan? Do you think Jonathan will go to the art exhibition too? 

Logan was caught off guard by my questions. He chuckled. ‘I don’t really know her that well, Jonathan’s the one who knows her and dragged me along whenever they went out. I thought you might be bored, so lacked Quine if I could take you out.” 

He glanced at my leg. Tr. Quinell said your leg is fine. Just don’t put tos amoe 

Imodded eagerly. “Tin fine. I can do it. Just give me crutches, mid 17 walk on my own.” 

Login shook his head, chuckling at my liness. “Silly girl,” he teased. 

Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked again, 750, is she pretty? Does Jonathan like hen?“ 

Logan looked at a loss 

With a resigned sigh and a small smile, he said, “Well, it seems she might be interested in Jonathan. That’s actually why she got in touch with me, asking me to visit her art exhibition. 

I was excited “So, Jonathan’s finally going to get a girlfriend? By the way, why hasn’t Jonathan found a wide yet?” 

Logan just stared at me in silence. 

Half an hour later, we arrived at a quaint, old–fashioned alleyway in the city. The alley was Hined with charming, historical townhouses. 

I saw a group of people up ahead, chatting and drinking in front of one of the brightly lie townhouses 

“Wow! There’s actually a bar here?” claimed. 

Logan got out of the car and draped a delicate scart over my lap. He glanced at his watch. “It’s about to start,” he said “Those are the guests. They’re waiting outside, 

couldn’t hide my excitement. “Let’s go check them out! Look at them, all dressed up and sipping champagne. 11’s like we’re in a movie scene.” 

Logan chuckled and slowly wheeled me down the alley. 

La serves in a whine dorm recognized him. The server respectfully said, Ma. Wood, please follow me this way.” 

Logan nodded slightly and wheeled me toward the red–carpeted wallway. 

The server quickdy soepped forward “Mr. Wood, may assist you?” he offered politely. 

Login shook his head “Thank you, but I’ll manage,” he replied. 

The server glanced at me with a puzzled expression. The surrounding guests also seemed intrigued by out unexpected paiting 

As we passed by groups of pests, I overheard nippets of their conversations 

“Whos that? He’s so handiane,” one woman whispered 

“He’s so charming Ch I think it’s Mr. Wood” another exclaimed, 

“Mr. Wood? You mean the CEO of that huge corporation?” someone asked, 

“oh my god, it’s Mi. Logan Wood He’s even taller and inore han in prison, Sunbelievable, someone wheelchair in the disabled” 

“But who’s 

that with him? She’s gorgeous too, but why’s she in a 

“Noway Their away Mr. Wood would be with someone disabled,” another guest scoffed 

“Maybe she’s so kind of famous actor? I’ve never heard of her before?” 

“Can’t believe Mc Gatiti pol Mr. Wood to come. This all exhilation in soupscale.”