Chapter 2
I showed my phone to Nate. “See this? She’s saying I look old!”
“Says the thirty-something who dresses in Lolita fashion trying to look young.”
Then Autumn posted on Facebook: [My personal chauffeur’s passenger seat~]
The photo showed her in the passenger seat of my car, head tilted to one side, with Logan’s shoulder visible beside her.
Fuming, I called Logan.
“Finished escorting your precious Autumn? Meet me at the coffee shop below my office. We need to talk.”
Half an hour later, I faced Logan across the table.
“What’s so important it couldn’t be said over the phone?”
“How long are you planning to chauffeur Autumn around?”
“Sprains take time to heal-at least three months, I’d say.”
“Fine. Then give me back my car. I’ll drive myself to work.”
The car Logan drove was actually mine.
When he first saw my Mercedes, he was practically drooling, saying he’d never driven such a nice car and wanted to try it.
Eventually, he just took over, appointing himself my personal driver, and I let him keep it.
“What am I supposed to drive if I give it back?”
“That car was a gift from my father so I could get to work easily. Now that you’re not driving me anymore, I want it back. Any problem with that?”
“Can’t you just take a taxi? You know I need to drive Autumn to work. When did you become so petty, Rayna?”
“Autumn’s like a young sister to me. She’s injured-shouldn’t I help her?”
“Last I checked, you’re an only child. When did you suddenly get a sister, Logan?”
“And why can’t Autumn take a taxi? Besides, you’re about to get married. Do you think it’s appropriate to use your fiancée’s car to chauffeur another woman around every day?”
I didn’t want to waste any more words. I simply held out my hand:
“Keys. Now.”
Logan scowled for a long moment before finally saying, “Fine, I won’t drive her anymore. I didn’t think this through. Happy now?”
“That’s more like it.”
As the workday was ending, Logan called.
“Can’t pick you up tonight. Helping a friend move.”
“Whatever. Just don’t be late tomorrow morning.”
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ICanceled Our Wedding for
“What?”
“Want to bet your fiancé is making excuses to pick up his little damsel in distress?”
“No way. When he makes a promise, he keeps it.”
“You’re that sure? What if he’s taken her to his place to look after her?”
“That’s even more ridiculous! What kind of person do you think he is?”
Despite my confident words, doubt crept in.
So that night, I video-called Logan:
“Are you alone?”
“Of course. Who else would be here?”
“Show me around your apartment. I want to see.”
“What, you think I’m hiding someone?”
Logan panned his phone around his rental apartment-No one else was there.
I finally relaxed.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, Autumn posted a late-night update that left me wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
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I Canceled Our Wedding for My CEO Childhood Crush. Zero Regrets!
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