My Boss My Secret Husband (Hazel and Logan) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 0183 

I carried my last box into my new apartment. With my signature on the lease, everything was no official. After years of misery in my parents‘ house and weeks of couch surfing, I finally had a place of my very 

own. 

Somewhere I could sit in quiet solitude and reflect. Or eat pizza and binge reality television all day without anyone judging me. 

After the past few days I’ve had, I’m ready to stuff my face and relax for a while. And the week wasn’t even over yet! 

*Having to deal with the new rules was bad enough, but now I was also to be Dawn’s assistant, bound to 

her every beck and call. 

But, at least, I now had my own place to retreat to after the end of every long day. 

And 

My doorbell chimed, interrupting my thoughts. I left my box on the counter and went to answer the door. 

Behind it stood Logan, carrying a bottle of champagne. “May I come in?” 

Smiling. I stepped back at once and motioned him inside. 

“I parked in a discrete location,” Logan said as he entered. “No one saw me come in. So we should be safe for now, to have a fun evening together.” 

I wasn’t a fan of the secrecy. Logan and I were married. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, not hide in the shadows. But with both of our jobs on the line, I understood the need to keep it quiet. 

It still hurt though, all this running around. I wanted to have an actual date with Logan someday. Dinner and a movie or something. 

Stop that, Hazel, I told myself. Be grateful you even get this. 

“I’ve unpacked a few of the boxes,” I told Logan as I led him into the kitchen. “Enough pots and pans to cook us dinner. I haven’t found the glasses yet. Well, the fancy ones anyway. I found the juice glasses.” 

“Champagne in juice glasses it is, then,” Logan said. He grabbed a pair of the small glasses off the counter, flipped them right side up, then began to unseal the champagne. It opened with a pop! 

“You didn’t have to bring champagne,” I said, even though I was pleased he had done so. It was a nice gesture. 

“We’re celebrating.” Logan said. “Your new place.” With his eyes on the glasses as he poured, his face was lowered and his smile was nearly hidden from me. “And our marriage.” 

I blinked, surprised. I hadn’t been expecting him to say something like that. 

“We haven’t had time to properly celebrate. I fear, given the tension at work, that I haven’t been able to properly woo you at all.” He handed me one of the juice glasses filled with champagne. 

“You’ve been busy,” I said. 

“True. But I’m not so busy tonight.” He sipped at his own glass of champagne. Then, after placing his 

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Chapter 0183 

I carried my last box into my new apartment. With my signature on the lease, everything was no official. After years of misery in my parents‘ house and weeks of couch surfing. I finally had a place of my very 

own. 

Somewhere I could sit in quiet solitude and reflect. Or eat pizza and binge reality television all day without anyone judging me. 

After the past few days I’ve had, I’m ready to stuff my face and relax for a while. And the week wasn’t even over yet! 

“Having to deal with the new rules was bad enough, but now I was also to be Dawn’s assistant, bound to 

her every beck and call. 

But, at least, I now had my own place to retreat to after the end of every long day. 

And- 

My doorbell chimed, interrupting my thoughts. I left my box on the counter and went to answer the door. Behind it stood Logan, carrying a bottle of champagne. “May I come in?” 

Smiling, I stepped back at once and motioned him inside. 

“I parked in a discrete location,” Logan said as he entered. “No one saw me come in. So we should be safe for now, to have a fun evening together.” 

I wasn’t a fan of the secrecy. Logan and I were married. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, not hide in the shadows. But with both of our jobs on the line, I understood the need to keep it quiet. 

It still hurt though, all this running around. I wanted to have an actual date with Logan someday. Dinner and a movie or something. 

Stop that, Hazel, I told myself. Be grateful you even get this. 

“I’ve unpacked a few of the boxes,” I told Logan as I led him into the kitchen. “Enough pots and pans to cook us dinner. I haven’t found the glasses yet. Well, the fancy ones anyway. I found the juice glasses.” 

“Champagne in juice glasses it is, then,” Logan said. He grabbed a pair of the small glasses off the counter, flipped them right side up, then began to unseal the champagne. It opened with a pop! 

“You didn’t have to bring champagne,” I said, even though I was pleased he had done so. It was a nice. gesture. 

“We’re celebrating.” Logan said. “Your new place.” With his eyes on the glasses as he poured, his face was lowered and his smile was nearly hidden from me. “And our marriage.”