Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 63

While he was rinsing her fingers, a vivid fantasy unexpectedly took hold of Sloane's mind.

She imagined Logan pulling her roughly into his embrace, her body crashing against his solid chest, before he leaned down to capture her lips.

She was completely lost in the daydream.

Until Logan's deep voice drifted down from above. "All done."

Sloane snapped out of her daze.

A hot flush of embarrassment crept up her neck at her own wandering thoughts.

"Well... I'm going to my room."

She turned and practically fled.

Logan stood there, staring at his own hands.

The lingering softness of her skin still hummed against his palms.

A fierce urge had just ripped through him—to pull her against him and kiss her breathless.

But he remembered the stark panic in her eyes last night in the car when his hand had instinctively drifted too far. He didn't dare make a move, terrified of scaring her off.

He needed an excuse, something like a GFA task.

She might push him away, but she wouldn't disobey a direct mandate.

*

At the hospital.

Sloane went to do her rounds in Liam Lucas's room.

Patients who had recently undergone brain surgery often experienced irritability and occasional confusion in the early stages of recovery.

"You're Fefe," Liam chuckled, pointing a finger at her.

Sloane smiled gently. "I'm not Fefe."

Fefe was a massively popular pop star, known for her innocent yet sultry image.

"If you're not Fefe, then who are you?"

Sloane checked his vitals while keeping her tone light. "I'm Sloane, your Dr. Sutton."

"Oh, Dr. Sutton. Now I remember. There was an older lady asking about you before. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful. Her name was... what was it? I forget. But she said you were her granddaughter-in-law."

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