You Are the Woman I Bought with My Money

"No, it can't be him..."

Skyler hesitated for half a second before shaking off the ridiculous thought.

Logan, that cold and distant man, would never show up at a place as wild as the Nightshade Club.

Besides, if the man from that night really was Logan...

Just thinking about it made her shudder.

She pulled the covers over herself and turned off the lights, trying to sleep.

That night, Skyler had a dream.

She dreamed she was back on the top floor of the Nightshade Club.

In the dimly lit room, a shirtless man lifted her up and pinned her against the door.

As their bodies tangled together, she happened to lower her head and saw a faint bite mark on the man’s right shoulder.

It looked exactly the same as the one on Logan’s shoulder—even the way it had faded was identical.

At that moment, the man holding her suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted her face.

"Focus, Skyler."

His low, husky voice was filled with displeasure.

Skyler's eyes widened in shock.

She quickly looked up—and the man holding her had turned into Logan!

His cold gaze bore down on her.

His thick, dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his handsome face was full of dissatisfaction.

His stare was sharp, but his fingers gently pinched her chin as he leaned down—

And kissed her.

Skyler jolted awake.

"Hah... hah..." She gasped for breath, sitting up as cold sweat covered her back.

What kind of dream was that?!

Why was Logan the man in her dream?

That was way too scary!

Just then, her alarm clock rang, cutting off her wild thoughts.

She glanced at the time. It was already 7:30 in the morning.

Skyler quickly got up to prepare breakfast.

Before Uncle Moore left, he had given her strict instructions:

Logan usually woke up at 7 a.m. to exercise, then showered and came downstairs for breakfast at 8 a.m.

After that, he would head to the company.

He only returned home for dinner around 7:30 in the evening.

As a proper Mrs. Lee, Skyler had to make sure breakfast and dinner were ready at the right times.

Sure enough, just as she set the table, she saw a tall, lean figure appear at the staircase.

Logan was dressed in a tailored dark suit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist making his frame look even more perfect.

Maybe it was because he had just finished his morning workout and shower.

His short black hair was slightly messy, and he radiated an intense masculine aura just standing there.

"Good morning, Mr. Lee. Breakfast is ready," Skyler said with a polite smile.

She wore an apron and stood by the table, tilting her head slightly like a professional hostess.

It was as if she had completely forgotten about the awkwardness from last night.

For a year, she had worked as a caregiver at a nursing home.

Now, she simply thought of Logan as another difficult elderly person she had to take care of.

Logan’s cold eyes flicked toward her when he heard her soft voice.

He seemed to pause for a moment when he saw her gentle smile.

But in the next second, he quickly looked away and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of black coffee.

Logan took only two sips of coffee before grabbing his briefcase and heading toward the door without even looking back.

Did he only drink two sips because he didn’t like her cooking?

Skyler wanted to ask, but when she remembered Logan’s disgust from the night before, she decided to keep quiet.

She followed him like a quiet little wife and watched him leave for work.

Just as Logan was about to step out, Skyler suddenly called out.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Lee... I noticed that you don’t seem very satisfied with my cooking," she couldn’t help but ask.

No one who put effort into cooking liked to see their food ignored.

Besides, the vegetables from the imported supermarket downstairs were really expensive—way more than what she usually spent.

Logan seemed surprised that she had the nerve to ask.

He turned around, his cold eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re overthinking it. I’m not dissatisfied with your cooking."

Skyler was stunned.

Really? Did she overthink it?

But in the next second, she heard Logan’s cold and emotionless voice—

"I just dislike you as a person."

After throwing out those harsh words, Logan pushed the door open and left.

Leaving Skyler standing there, feeling embarrassed and upset.

But instead of just standing there, Skyler didn’t even bother to change her shoes. She ran out in her pajamas and slippers.

The man about to enter the elevator saw her rushing out and frowned slightly.

"Skyler, if I were you, I wouldn’t come out here and embarrass myself."

His cold, arrogant eyes had no pity in them—only ridicule.

Did she really think cooking a few meals and acting all gentle and virtuous would change his opinion of her?

Who did she think she was?

"No, Mr. Lee, that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I have something important to discuss. It won’t take much of your time..."

Skyler’s voice was still breathless from running, but she forced herself to stay calm.

Logan narrowed his eyes, hiding the disdain in them. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I think... since Mr. Lee hates me so much, you probably don’t want to eat dinner I cook. So, can I not come home tonight?" Skyler asked carefully.

As soon as she finished speaking, Logan’s expression turned ice-cold.

"Not come home?"

"Yes, I think I don’t need to come back tonight..."

"Skyler, I warned you. I can overlook your past scandals, but as Mrs. Lee, you must behave yourself. A woman who doesn’t come home at night—"

Logan’s voice was sharp as he bit down on the word—

"—will only be seen as promiscuous."

Skyler’s face turned pale.

She quickly explained, "No, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t come home all night... I just wanted to take a break from dinner because I might need to go out for work."

Facing Logan’s cold stare, she spoke each word carefully.

"My job requires me to work until after 8 p.m. If that happens, I might not make it back in time for dinner..."

"Work?" Logan raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes flashing with surprise.

He didn’t expect Skyler to actually have a job.

But then, a cold smirk appeared on his lips. "Not bad. Sounds like a good excuse... I just didn’t know that the great Mrs. Lee also needs to work."

"A woman who can sell her own marriage for money only proves how greedy and lazy she is."

He clearly didn’t believe her.

Skyler took a deep breath. "I need to. I’ve always had a job as a caregiver at the nursing home where Uncle Wilson lives. I want to go back..."

"Not possible."

Logan’s cold voice cut her off before she could finish.

"Skyler, don’t take me for a fool. If you go to my grandfather’s nursing home to work, what do you think he’ll think?"

"That our marriage is fake? Or that I, Logan, mistreat you? That I don’t even give you enough pocket money after marriage, so you need to work?"

His dark, piercing eyes locked onto her.

Skyler lowered her gaze. "Sorry... I didn’t think about it that way..."

"If you didn’t, then stop with your ridiculous ideas. You want to work? Fine. I don’t care. But you’re not working as a caregiver."

After saying this, Logan turned away, coldly stepping into the elevator.

Just as the doors were about to close, his chilling voice slipped through the gap.

"From now on, every evening at 7:30, I expect to see you at the dining table. Don’t forget, Skyler... you are the woman I bought with my money."