Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 247

Sloane spent the entire night tossing and turning on the heart-shaped mattress in the master bedroom, completely delirious with exhaustion.

The one time she finally managed to slip into a fitful sleep, she dreamt of Logan.

He looked like a lone wolf straight out of an action movie, breaching a terrorist stronghold single-handedly, only to be swarmed by enemies and brutally hacked down by their blades.

She bolted upright.

She was drenched in a cold sweat.

Swinging her bare feet out of bed, she stumbled into Logan's room.

She pulled one of his blankets from the closet and wrapped it tightly around herself, the faint scent of him offering a tiny sliver of comfort.

Why hadn't he sent a single message? Was he that terrified of implicating her?

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When the harsh morning sun finally blasted through the window, Sloane forced herself to snap out of it.

Today was her first day reporting back to Metro General Hospital.

She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Dark circles bruised the skin under her eyes, forcing her to apply a layer of light makeup just to hide how utterly wrecked she looked.

While drawing her eyeliner, her hand gave a violent twitch, sending the black line entirely off course.

A crushing wave of depression hit her.

She chucked the eyeliner pencil across the vanity and threw herself back onto the mattress.

She didn't want to go to work. She just wanted to lay there and rot.

She wanted to drop everything and tear the world apart looking for Logan.

But after laying there staring at the ceiling for ten minutes, she dragged herself back up.

She wiped off the ruined makeup and carefully redrew the line.

She was a woman who couldn't even afford the singles tax. What right did she have to throw a tantrum and quit?

And when it came to Logan, she was utterly useless. She couldn't help him in a firefight.

She didn't even know what country he was in, let alone where to start looking.

The only thing she could do was show up to work and survive.

What if he suddenly came home?

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