Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 58

"Player Sloane Sutton: Maintained absolute composure in the morgue, utilizing intellect and bravery to uncover the critical cipher. In the second stage, despite a genuine fear of the supernatural, she did not hinder the team's progress. Instead, she fully trusted her husband, clinging to him for protection, allowing him to step up and showcase his strength."

"In the final stage, when her husband suffered a moment of vulnerability, she demonstrated profound empathy. Her timely encouragement pulled him back from the brink, restoring his focus. Such devotion is a rare and precious virtue. Their bond is a two-way street of devotion etched into their very bones—an epic, earth-shattering romance!"

"Through the relentless tides of time and the thorny trials of fate, they remain each other's strongest armor and safest harbor. Their love shines brighter than diamonds and will outlast the stars!"

Sloane was utterly speechless.

She seriously suspected someone from the Global Fertility Association had infiltrated the escape room's staff.

Or maybe the GFA had literally hardcoded their propaganda into the data center.

Did she and Logan really possess such... monumental love?

Logan listened to the booming announcement, then looked down at Sloane resting in the crystal casket.

The strongest armor?

The safest harbor?

His entire reason for marrying her was simply to secure a child and fulfill a strict organizational directive.

*

After leaving the complex, Logan offered to take Sloane out for a late-night bite.

They climbed into Logan's car.

The passenger side seatbelt was acting up again. Logan leaned over, his body brushing against Sloane's as he reached to buckle it for her.

His warm breath ghosted over her earlobe, sending an immediate shiver down her spine as her muscles involuntarily went soft.

Her mind flashed back to the haunted house, remembering how tightly she had clung to him—even pressing her chest flush against his.

Logan glanced over at her.

He noted how the taut seatbelt accentuated the lush curves of her chest.

It was incredibly soft.

In the haunted house, she had been pressed tightly against him the entire time.

The atmosphere in the cabin grew thick with unspoken tension.

Both of them swallowed hard, acutely aware of the shift.

Right on cue, their smartbands buzzed with a new mandate.

[The system has detected that both your heart rates have been erratic tonight—racing wildly one moment and pounding heavily the next. This thrilling physiological response is the undeniable rhythm of attraction! Before you even pull into the driveway, you must share a passionate kiss and a tight embrace.]

The timing was almost too perfect.

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