Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 92

"What psychological hurdle?"

Zane shrugged. "Like... maybe she's into women?"

"Impossible!" Logan instinctively defended Sloane.

She might be a PhD, but her romantic history was a blank slate, and every time he kissed her, she reacted.

Zane said, "Then I don't get it. Think about it carefully. Where exactly did you offend her?"

Logan sighed. "Forget it, I shouldn't be asking you anyway. Aren't you a bachelor yourself?"

"I'm single, but I'm never short on women."

Logan stood up, throwing him a look. "Player."

Zane was speechless.

Who did he offend?

He treated every single one of his girlfriends wonderfully.

But they always pushed for marriage less than a month into dating.

He genuinely just didn't want to get married.

*

Sloane's day went pretty much exactly like the day before.

When she arrived at the office, her first order of business was throwing Tristan York's roses into the trash, then snapping a photo to post in the main group chat.

As usual, Tristan left a message: I'll send more tomorrow.

Sloane ignored him.

She was swamped.

Between seeing clinic patients and analyzing surgeries, she barely had a moment to breathe.

By the time she returned to Valentine Towers that evening, it was already dark.

Standing outside door 2101, her emotions were a tangled mess.

To her, Logan was a good guy.

But was it possible he had done things that hurt innocent people?

Today, she had reviewed the case file of a patient with nerve damage, learning the man had been hospitalized after a bar brawl.

Brawling—win and you go to prison, lose and you end up in the hospital.

It sounded like a dark joke, but a real hospitalization was a catastrophe for an entire family.

The anxiety of parents, the round-the-clock care, the grueling post-op rehabilitation—it was agonizing.

Sloane felt a deep ache in her chest.

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