A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah)

Chapter 220

cellet

I let out a sigh of relief "Well, that's a rebel 1 guess I'll stay away from baths for a while. Who knew a relaxing soak could almost be the end of me?"

Tied to make light of it, but Logan and Dr. Drake remained serious.

Forcing a smile, I added, "And please don't tell Jonathan"

Dr. Drake exchanged a look with Logan and said, "I've done a full check-up. Ms. York is fine, but be mindful not in catch a cold."

Logan walked Dr. Drake to the door, and when be returned, he found me sitting up against the headboard, lost in thought.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly. "Ari, what's wrong?"

I looked down, my voice quiet. "Logan, I dreamed about Elijah."

He let out a quiet breath, visibly relieved. "That's perfectly normal. I thought.."

1 shook my head, a hint of fear creeping into my voice. "But I've never dreamed of him since my memory loss. And this time... Isar him as he was when we first me."

I could feel the answery building up as 1 continued, "I shouldn't remember him like that, not when I can't remember anything else."

Logan took my hand gently, his voice steady and calming. "Ari, memory flashbacks happen, especially after a day like today"

Unable to contain my emotions, I buried my face in his chest and began to cry. "I don't want to remember the past. I don't want any of it back. I'd rather just stay like this forever, not remembering anything" Logan held me close, letting me pour out my fears.

Mfter a while, my tears finally subsided, and he took a tissue, tenderly wiping away the

he remnants of my tears.

His eyes softened with warmth and affection. "You silly girl, crying yourself dry and still sniffling like this."

My voice was rough and tired as looked at him. "But I'm so scared.."

He asked softly, "What are you afraid of?

I hesitated, looking down. Logan seemed to understand. He left the room briefly, returning with a glass of warm water and a small plate of Loca's homemade pastries.

"Here," he said, handing me the glass. "Drink some water, have a bite to eat, and get some rest. By tomorrow, none of this will feel as heavy!

Itugged at his sleeve, my voice barely a whisper. "The doctors said my memory loss is only remporary Logan, what if one day I remember everything, and..."I trailed off, unable to finish. Logan's gaze softened, a trace of sadness flickering behind his usual calm. "Ari," he murmured, "are you afraid you'll remember how much you loved Elijah?"

My heart clenched, and 1 nodded slightly. He sighed, his fingers brushing over my hand with gentle care.

My voice trembled as I looked up at him. "I'm afraid. I'll remember everything I felt for him and then... forget all the good you've done for me."

He seemed caught off guard for a moment, his expression softening in a way I had sige before. With a gentle smile, he whispered, "You really are...."

But before he could finish, I wrapped my arms around him, burying my Dre against his chest. "I don't want to forget you."

The room was so quiet that I could bear the steady beat of his heart, each thump a calming reassurance

After a long silence, Logan gently eased me back, his smile gentle yet determined "You won't forget me. After all, I'm quite unforgettable."

He used me with a playful toor. "Now, have a bite, take your medicine, and get some sleep. How about that?"

I glanced at him, hopeful "Will you stay until fall asleep?"

He chucked softly. "Do you want me

1 me to stay?"

My cheeks Blushed as I mumbled, "Yes"

Without a word. Logan stood and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned, well-defined physique that I couldn't help but admire. Those damn glasses, that damn shirt, and those damn muscles. How could they so effortlessly catch my attention?

Logan walked into the closet after taking off his shirt, and before long, he came back out wearing a set of pajamas.