More Than A Favor (Elaine and Logan) novel Chapter 18

<More Than A Favor 

Chapter 18 

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Under Ethan’s and Tessa’s hopeful gazes, I finally nodded. 

Deep down, however, I left myself a reminder: if Logan got involved with Selene again, I wouldn’t hesitate to leave him, even after we were married. 

Everyone at the dinner table let out a collective sigh of relief after I agreed. The atmosphere lightened, becoming warm and cheerful. 

Of course, I couldn’t leave after dinner. 

Back in the bedroom, both Logan and I felt somewhat awkward, even more 

so than last time. 

“You should take a shower first,” Logan said. 

Just then, my phone rang. It was Nora calling. I glanced at Logan. “Go 

ahead and shower. I’ll take this call.” 

After Logan went into the bathroom, I answered Nora’s call. 

“Elaine, you didn’t come back to my place yesterday, and you didn’t come today either. You’re not back at the Mercer estate, are you?” Nora’s voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity. 

Looking at the large bed in the room, I hummed softly in reply. 

“Are you and Logan back together?” Nora asked, surprised. 

I bit my lip. “We’re getting married tomorrow.” 

Nora fell silent for a while. When she finally spoke, her tone was cautious. “Have you thought it through?” 

I walked to the window, gazing at the half–moon outside. “The moon waxes and wanes, just like human emotions–there are good days and bad days. He’s blocked Selene’s contact information and promised not to see her again. I want to give him one more chance.” I paused before adding softly, “One last chance.” 

Nora knew me well. Since I’d made up my mind, she didn’t try to persuade 

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me otherwise. Instead, she gently reminded me, “Elaine, just remembe safety and happiness are what you’re looking for in a mant 

“Okay,” I replied before hanging up, I stood there for a moment, lost in thought. My mind felt oddly blank–neither sad nor happy 

Suddenly, I felt a chill as Logan embraced me from behind. He was wearing only pajama pants, and droplets of water clung to his arms where he hadn’t dried off completely. The man exuded a wild and sensual energy. 

His lips brushed against my neck, lightly nibbling, sending tingles through me and making every nerve in my body tense. 

I knew what he wanted, but I held his hand firmly. “Let’s wait until tomor row,” 

We were getting married tomorrow anyway. One day wouldn’t make a diffe 

rence. 

Logan stiffened but didn’t force me. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hand and kissed my cheek softly. 

“Take a shower and go to bed early,” he said. “We’ll go register first thing in the morning. Let’s try to be the first in line.” 

His urgency was almost comical, as though he were racing against time. 

I laughed. “Is there a prize for being the first?” 

He hesitated before replying, “There is.” 

His eagerness was endearing, but I left it at that. It was wise to avoid pus hing the moment further. 

I went to the bathroom and stayed there for almost an hour. When I finally came out, Logan was already asleep. Perhaps not wanting me to feel embarrassed, he had set his phone to silent and placed it on the bedside 

table. 

Although nothing had happened between us tonight, the memory of what had occurred the other night still haunted me. I couldn’t shake the fear of his phone ringing. 

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