Is It You...?

Hearing the ambiguous sound, the person outside assumed Mr. Brown had succeeded.

"Damn it! The guy hasn’t gone upstairs! Quick, send more people downstairs to search! If he escapes tonight, we’re all dead!".

The chaos outside continued for a while before the footsteps finally faded away.

As the noise died down, Skyler’s body relaxed, and she instinctively tried to pull away from the man’s embrace.

But her legs were too weak to support her.

She collapsed into his arms.

"Feels... so good..."

Her chin accidentally brushed against his firm chest, and she whimpered.

A sweet fragrance lingered in the air.

"...Is it you?"

In the darkness, the man bent down and caught the small woman just as she was about to collapse.

With each breath, he caught the familiar sweet scent of Skyler, mixed with a faint fragrance of orchids.

A year ago, when the drug had worn off, she was already gone.

His memories of that night were a mess. He couldn’t even remember her face.

The only thing that lingered in his mind was the scent of orchids and the faint sweetness on her body.

For a whole year, he searched for her.

And just when he least expected it, he found her here—tonight, in this club.

Right now, she was burning up. Something was clearly wrong.

“How did you end up here?” He steadied her, his voice low and patient.

“Me? I’m here… for a blind date…”

Skyler’s voice was soft, almost obedient.

She tilted her head slightly, and in her dazed vision, the man’s face blurred into countless overlapping shadows.

She felt so hot. So uncomfortable.

But somehow… his presence felt familiar. Comforting.

Hearing the words blind date, the man’s expression darkened. His thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

He had spent a whole year searching for her, yet this little heartless thing was out here meeting other men?

His sharp gaze turned icy as he recalled the blind date he had knocked out earlier.

Lowering his head, he kissed her in the dim light. His cold, hoarse voice whispered against her lips—

“What a coincidence.”

“Little thing, you saved me again this time.”

He gripped her chin gently.

His kiss was deep and forceful, carrying an undeniable sense of possession.

Logan had promised to take responsibility for her that night.

But when he woke up, she was gone. Without a trace.

She made him, for the first time, a man who failed to keep his word.

That night, she saved him.

And now, it was her again.

At this moment, she leaned into his arms, her small body instinctively pressing against him.

It was almost… endearing.

For the first time, the man known for his cold heart felt something different.

Skyler had no idea what he was talking about.

What did he mean, she saved him again?

She didn’t even know who he was.

She only felt her heart pounding. Her body burning up.

She wanted to push him away, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in closer.

She wanted to escape… yet she wanted more.

The next second, while she was still caught in this struggle, the man suddenly bent down.

His lips captured hers in another deep kiss.

Without effort, he picked up her delicate body.

Strong arms lifted her, pressing her against the door.

A trail of urgent, possessive kisses followed.

Logan held her chin, sealing her lips, claiming her breath.

The kiss was so fierce that Skyler felt like her entire body was melting.

She didn’t know how to respond. She had never experienced anything like this before.

“Mm… no…”

“We can’t…”

“You can. I promised to take responsibility for you.”

Logan’s deep, steady voice brushed against her ear.

Skyler’s blurry eyes gradually gave in as the man’s kiss became even more intense.

When a wave of unease hit her, she bit down hard on his shoulder, leaving a deep mark.

That night, they were completely tangled together.

At three in the morning, everything finally ended.

Skyler was exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Even after the effects of the drug wore off, her tiny body still clung to him.

Curled up, her soft face pressed against his broad chest.

The man who had just taken his fill gazed at her, eyes narrowing slightly in satisfaction.

A ray of moonlight shone through the window, casting a glow over Skyler’s face, half-covered by her dark hair.

Logan suddenly realized, he had never actually seen her face clearly before.

His hand, resting on her waist, moved slightly.

With long, slender fingers, he gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.

Suddenly, the phone rang urgently.

In the darkness, Logan frowned in annoyance.

He withdrew his large hand that was hovering over Skyler’s face and picked up the phone beside him.

"Hello."

"Master Lee, glad to hear you’re safe. We’ve received your location, and the car is parked downstairs. There’s an urgent matter in the Imperial City…"

Noah, Logan’s subordinate, spoke on the other end of the phone.

Something very important had happened in the Imperial City, and Logan needed to leave immediately.

He hung up the phone.

Frowned.