A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51 

“It’s me.” The gentle voice was soothing in the dark. 

My bedside lamp was turned on, and its soft, yellow light illuminated the person’s face.. 

It was Logan. 

My face was soaked with tears, and I wiped my face in a trance. 

Silently, Logan got up, grabbed a warm towel, and helped me wipe my face. He said, “You had a nightmare and kept crying.” 

I asked, “Did I say anything?” 

He looked at me deeply. “I heard you calling for your mom and dad. You called for your brother too…” 

So, I was in a dream. 

my face. Do you to 

Logan observed my face. “Do you feel better now?” 

I nodded, feeling dazed. After a while, I said, “Logan, you knew the York family had ties with me, right?” 

Logan’s hand froze. After a long while, he hummed in affirmation. 

gave a bitter smile. “None of you told me.” 

Logan’s expression was calm as he said, ‘Telling you wouldn’t help. We all have to look ahead.” 

I covered my face. “I can’t go home anymore.” Tears slipped through my fingers once more. 

Logan stroked my hair gently. “Don’t cry. Get up and have dinner.” 

I wanted to refuse, but my feeble stomach grumbled. 

In the quiet room, the grumbling was noticeable. 

I thought I heard Logan chuckle. Then, I was dragged out of the bed by him. 

When we arrived downstairs, the living room and dining room was empty. 

Logan removed his suit jacket and told me, “Sit for a while. I’ll look for something to eat in the kitchen.” 

So, I sat dumbly at the dining table. 

A while later, the aroma of bolognese wafted out of the kitchen. I hurried over and saw Logan boiling some spaghetti. 

I quickly approached him. “Logan, I can’t bother you with this. Let me cook 

However, he blocked me with his arm. “Sit in the dining room. It’ll be done in a few minutes.” 

I was short, so with just a shove, Logan had almost squeezed me out of the kitchen. However, I still craned my neck to see. 

There was water boiling in the pot. 

Logan was adept at this. 

After standing around for a while, I realized that I wasn’t much help. So, all I could do was awkwardly return to the dining room. 

Five minutes later, Logan walked out carrying a large plate of bolognese. 

His every movement exuded elegance. It was as though he wasn’t carrying a plate of bolognese but rather, a priceless ancient scroll. 

He placed the bolognese in front of me. “Dig in.” 

I was hesitant. “I can’t impose on you, Logan. What about you? Did you eat?” 

He said, “I ate out. When I got back, I noticed that you hadn’t eaten. So, I decided to make you something and let you try my cooking.” 

Slowly, I started to eat. 

At first, I ate unhurriedly to maintain my image. But after a while, I felt my stomach getting hungrier. So, I started scarfing down the food.