SWNOVELS Chapter 11
Chapter
11
I was about to hail a taxi when an inconspicuous-looking black car gradually drove before me. Its window. rolled down, and a voice rang out, "Ari?
With my head still spinning, I looked up at the person. Then, a handsome face came into view, stunning me. "Woody-" I stopped to correct myself, "Mr. Wood?
Logan exited the car, opened the front passenger seat door, and helped me in.
It took me ages to process what was happening. After a while, I asked, "What are you still doing here, Mr. Wood?"
Logan drove while casually explaining, "I figured you'd still be at the hospital, so I took a drive around the area. And as expected, you were still there. Then, he thoughtfully handed me a napkin. "Did you puke earlier?"
I accepted it, wiped my lips, and murmured, "Yeah. I'm a little dizzy. It's probably an unpleasant side effect of the concussion."
Logan's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze hardened behind his glasses.
That was when I noticed my entire back was drenched in sweat.
As Logan drove, he reassured me, saying, "It's okay. Get some rest today, and I'll bring you to the hospital again tomorrow for a check-up."
At that moment, I looked up and happened to meet Logan's profound yet gentle gaze. My heart inexplicably throbbed as I lowered my head in a panic. T-Thanks, Mr. Wood..."
A faint smile graced Logan's face. "Why aren't you calling me Woody anymore?"
My cheeks turned a bright shade of red. "About that... I was childish when I was younger-"
Logan's airy voice rang out, interrupting me, "Call me Logan from now on. Jonathan and I are old schoolmates and best friends, so I consider his sister as my own. It's not like you'd be losing anything by calling me Logan." For some reason, my heart sank ever so slightly when he said that.
Logan's car swiftly traveled past the stream of traffic. He was patient and focused when driving, and because of that, the steering wheel turned smoothly under the control of his slender hands.
Watching him drive was satisfying. However, I dared not look for too long after sneaking some glances at
him.
Then, Logan asked, "Where are you headed, Ari?"
I sighed. "I want to see Teri."
Logan nudged his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose and frowned. "Is that your friend?"
I nodded. "My best friend."
That was when Logan pressed on, "Is this friend reliable?"
I nodded.
"Give me her address. I'll drive you there," he eventually replied.
I didn't bother refusing since I had already troubled him once So, it wouldn't matter if I asked him for more help now.
T
Immediately, I phoned Teri. However, the call never connected, and I only received an automated response when I tried calling again. "The number you have dialed is unreachable."
I frowned. "I think her phone may be dead."
Logan heaved a sigh of relief. "That best friend of yours is the same woman who fought off all those other women at the mall, right?" I nodded.
Things were too chaotic at the time. All I knew was that I had fainted from the pain, but I had no idea what had happened to Teri.
That was when I realized I had to do something and said, "No, I should look for Teri. She might be in trouble."
Logan pinned my failing arm down and shook his head. "You don't need to search for her. She's likely at the police station giving her testimony of the incident.
1 froze momentarily before panicking. "Well, I need to go to her! Hurry! Let's go to the police station!" I nearly jolted from how anxious I was.
However, Logan simply stared at me with an odd expression. There was an overwhelming sense of affection, helplessness, and the slightest hint of sorrow in his eyes.
He then retracted his gaze before fishing for his phone. As he comforted me, he dialed a series of numbers and said, "Don't worry. I'll call to check if she's still there."
He then made a phone call before turning to me, saying, "I've already asked. Your friend's gone home after giving her testimony. Her phone probably ran out of battery, so it died. Don't worry though. My friend said she's alright." Logan's calmness and certainty put me at ease.
Chapter 11
I was about to hail a taxi when an inconspicuous-looking black car gradually drove before me. Its window rolled down, and a voice rang out, "Ari?
With my head still spinning, I looked up at the person. Then, a handsome face came into view, stunning me. "Woody-"I stopped to correct myself, "Mr. Wood?"
Logan exited the car, opened the front passenger seat door, and helped me in.
It took me as t
Wood?"
process what was happening. After a while, I asked, "What are you still doing here, Mr.
Logan drove while casually explaining, "I figured you'd still be at the hospital, so I took a drive around the area. And as expected, you were still there." Then, he thoughtfully handed me a napkin. "Did you puke earlier?"
I accepted it, wiped my lips, and murmured, "Yeah. I'm a little dizzy. It's probably an unpleasant side effect of the concussion."
Logan's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze hardened behind his glasses.
That was when I noticed my entire back was drenched in sweat.
As Logan drove, he reassured me, saying, "It's okay. Get some rest today, and I'll bring you to the hospital again tomorrow for a check-up."
At that moment, I looked up and happened to meet Logan's profound yet gentle gaze. My heart. inexplicably throbbed as I lowered my head in a panic. 17-Thanks, Mr. Wood..."
A faint smile graced Logan's face. "Why aren't you calling me Woody anymore?"
My cheeks turned a bright shade of red. "About that... I was childish when I was younger-
Logan's airy voice rang out, interrupting me, "Call me Logan from now on. Jonathan and I are old schoolmates and best friends, so I consider his sister as my own. It's not like you'd be losing anything by calling me Logan." For some reason, my heart sank ever so slightly when he said that.
Logan's car swiftly traveled past the stream of traffic. He was patient and focused when driving, and because of that, the steering wheel turned smoothly under the control of his slender hands.
Watching him drive was satisfying. However, I dared not look for too long after sneaking some glances at him.
Then, Logan asked, "Where are you headed, Ari?"
I sighed. "I want to see Teri."
Logan nudged his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose and frowned. "Is that
I nodded. "My best friend."
That was when Logan pressed on, "Is this friend reliable?"
I nodded.
"Give me her address. I'll drive you there," he eventually replied.
your friend?"
I didn't bother refusing since I had already troubled him once. So, it wouldn't matter if I asked him for more help now.
Immediately, I phoned Teri. However, the call never connected, and I only received an automated response when I tried calling again.
"The number you have dialed is unreachable."
I frowned. "I think her phone may be dead."
T
Logan heaved a sigh of relief. "That best friend of yours is the same woman who fought off all those other women at the mall, right?" I nodded.
Things were too chaotic at the time. All I knew was that I had fainted from the pain, but I had no idea what had happened to Teri.
That was when I realized I had to do something and said, "No, I should look for Teri. She might be in trouble."
Logan pinned my failing arm down and shook his head. "You don't need to search for her. She's likely at the police station giving her testimony of the incident. I froze momentarily before panicking. "Well, I need to go to her! Hurry! Let's go to the police station!" I nearly jolted from how anxious I was.
However, Logan simply stared at me with an odd expression. There was an overwhelming sense of affection, helplessness, and the slightest hint of sorrow in his eyes.
He then retracted his gaze before fishing for his phone. As he comforted me, he dialed a series of numbers and said, "Don't worry. I'll call to check if she's still there."
He then made a phone call before turning to me, saying, "I've already asked. Your friend's gone home
after giving her testimony. Her phone probably ran out of battery, so it died. Don't worry though. My friend said she's alright."
Logan's calmness and certainty put me at ease.