Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 107

Logan picked up his glass and addressed the head of the table. "Grandpa, Grandma, here's the thing. Sloane's schedule is incredibly packed right now, and there's an urgent situation at the hospital that requires her attention. We won't be able to stay for the rest of the evening, but we truly hope you'll understand. Wishing you both health and a long life."

With that, he drained his glass in one gulp.

He then took Sloane's hand and murmured, "Let's go."

Sloane couldn't have wanted to leave more.

The second his hand closed around hers, she eagerly followed him out the door.

They practically marched out of the restaurant.

His strides were so long that Sloane had to do a slight jog to keep up.

For some inexplicable reason, looking at his broad shoulders, she felt a profound sense of security.

He was acting like a true man.

They exited the building and climbed into Logan's beat-up Mercedes.

Sloane fumbled with the tricky seatbelt again.

Logan reached over and smoothly clicked it into place for her.

Sloane looked at him, guilt flashing in her eyes. "I'm so sorry about tonight. You barely got to eat anything, and you ended up taking the brunt of the Sutton family's crossfire just for being with me."

Logan offered a nonchalant smile. "Don't say that. We're married. Any crossfire is aimed at both of us. But..."

His expression turned serious. "If you hate being in that kind of environment, you don't ever have to go back."

"I..." Sloane hesitated. "He's an eighty-year-old man. If I can show up out of respect, I feel like I should."

Logan replied quietly, "If a person worries about saving face in everything they do, they'll end up suffering a lot."

Sloane stared at him, stunned.

He was absolutely right.

And he said it with such casual confidence.

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