Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 175

When they finally parked below the apartment building, Logan carefully lifted Sloane out of the car.

He was incredibly strong, yet his movements were shockingly gentle, ensuring he didn't jostle her injury.

With her arms draped around his neck, Sloane breathed in his familiar scent—a rugged mix of sweat, pine, and the crisp, salty air of the ocean.

From her angle, she had a perfect view of his sharp, chiseled jawline.

For a fleeting second, the agonizing pain in her chest seemed to dull.

He cast a quick glance down at her before carrying her straight toward the elevator.

This time, they headed up to the seventh floor of the officers' complex.

Stepping out of the elevator, Logan carried her directly into his apartment.

It felt less like a standard-issue dorm and more like a compact, modern condo.

It was roughly eight hundred square feet, with two bedrooms and a living room. The decor was spartan, decked out in cold greys—it was painfully obvious that no woman had ever set foot in the place.

Logan gently laid her down on the bed in the master bedroom, then pulled up a chair and just watched her.

Her chest flared with pain again, and she stubbornly turned her face away, refusing to meet his eyes.

The only reason she had agreed to come with him was because she had no other choice.

If she had let him and Miles keep screaming at each other, her "heroic accident" would have become the base's juiciest gossip.

Besides, going home with her husband was perfectly normal in the eyes of everyone else.

"Are you hungry?" Logan asked, breaking the silence.

She was starving. Absolutely famished.

But she was determined not to be a burden, so she silently shook her head.

Logan ignored her, pulled out his phone, and ordered Dustin to bring them some late-night takeout.

It didn't take long for Dustin to arrive with a massive haul—pork and century egg congee, crispy dough sticks, warm soy milk, and a steaming box of stir-fried noodles.

Logan popped the lids and immediately started eating with blatant enthusiasm.

A bite of the rich congee, a crunch of the dough stick, washed down with sweet soy milk.

Sloane's mouth watered violently as she watched him from the bed.

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