Presiden's wild wife

Chapter 21 Lonely And Accompanied

"Grandpa, there is no need to rush, you know we’re still young, so you don’t have to worry."

Logan didn’t deny his grandfather’s words that he was not good at pleasing her. In fact, his wife was a little afraid of him.

George chanted, "You guys are just squandering your youth and searching for easy life, wait a few more years and you must worry about it!"

"Well, Grandpa, it's time for you to take a rest." Logan urged, and George sighed, "I'm not happy to speak to you, well, I am going to have a rest now. I don't care about you youngsters."

George got angry and went upstairs, although he said he would go to take a break, he directly went to Logan's bedroom, "Well, I am old and my back is sore, maybe the mattress in this room is softer, you can find another room to sleep in."

Logan helplessly held his forehead, and George kindly reminded him on the other side, "But it’s not convenient for you to stay in the guestroom. So can you consider going to Elena’s room to spend the night?"

"No, I won’t." He shook his head, "Mia has prepared a room for you, I'll just sleep there tonight."

Hearing this, George’s eyes widened at once, "You are so stubborn!"

Logan couldn't do anything to him and then let Mia move his stuff so he could sleep in the guest room.

The guest room hadn't been modified, even the shower in the bathroom was out of his reach. His legs were covered tightly with blankets. He didn’t want to see these legs at all. He used to so healthy, but now… He looked down and removed the blanket. His thin and pale legs were exposed under the yellow light. Thinking that his legs hadn’t been able to move for three years, Logan squeezed his hands and had the impulsion to stand up…

Logan put his hands on the armchair, trying to get up. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

CLANG!

Logan couldn’t support his body and fell directly on the ground.

The noise disturbed everyone in the whole house at once. George and Mia rushed quickly into the room, shouting anxiously, "What happened?"

The bathroom door was tightly closed, so they couldn't even see what happened there. Elena arrived later. George was unprecedentedly panicking, and rushed to her, "Elena, try to call George’s name loudly. I don’t know what happened. Did he fall down?"

Elena’s hands froze. She took a deep breath and tapped on the door, "Logan, are you okay?"

There was no sound from the bathroom anymore. After a long time, a voice that was suppressed with sulk came, "Get out, I'm fine."

"Can you open the door and let me check?" She whispered, as if she was coaxing a child.

Logan clenched his fists with the veins on his forehead popping, "Get out!"

George was going to say something when Elena stopped him, "Grandpa, let's get out first."

Mia also knew there was no way to let Logan open the door, so she had to persuade George to get out of the room. On the way, George kept lowering his head, as if he had done something wrong.

He shouldn't occupy his room capriciously. If it were not him, Logan wouldn’t be like this.

Elena patted on his hand, "You can leave for rest, I'll go talk to him later, okay?"

"But..."

"Trust me, he definitely doesn't want anyone to see what he is like now, and if you keep reminding him, it will only make him feel worse."

What Elena said was true. Finally, George went back in hesitation.

Inside the bathroom, Logan, who felt humiliated, righted the wheelchair that had toppled to the floor and sat in it with great difficulty. The weakness of his legs became the biggest stain of his life.

"Damn it!" He punched on his legs with great strength, however, he couldn’t feel anything. Logan clenched his teeth and complained about his incapability.

He took a shower quickly to calm down and opened the bathroom door. When he came out, he found someone was sitting by the bed. Seeing it was Elena, his icy eyes sank as he strengthened, “I’m fine.”

Elena smiled, "I know."

"Then why are you still here. It's late and you should rest!"

"I..."

Logan’s unapproachable look made Elena feel sad. She thought for a while and blinked at him with a hurt look, “It seems like it’s going to thunder later. I am afraid of thundering days. Can I sleep with you?” When she said this, as if she noticed something instantly, she quickly flushed.

The sky was calm as usual, and it was October, not the thunderstorm season, so this lame lie was not very clever.

Although Logan immediately saw through her lie, his depressed mood disappeared by her white lie, and the frost in his eyes gradually disintegrated and finally softened.

"Ok." He whispered.

Hearing this, Elena acted like she got a permission and burrowed under the cover, revealing only her eyes outside, "Then please turn off the lights."

"Hmm." Logan turned off the lights and the bright room suddenly went dark. Elena widened her eyes. When she found someone was lying beside her, she finally released,

She placed her hands around his lean waist, leaning on his shoulder and said, "Logan, actually, there is no need to reject everyone’s concern."

When thinking he didn’t allow anyone to get close to him and push them away at his most vulnerable time, Elena’s heart hurt.

In the darkness, however, Logan could clearly see her tears... was she crying?

For him?

He had a narrow escape three years ago. When he woke up, he got a mixed feeling for both his survival and what happened to his legs. The emptiness and fear suddenly came to him and gradually devoured him. It seemed that all of his daily life had been changed because of his disability, turning his world as well as his life upside down.

Logan was caught up in the memories of the past, the cold air around him seeping horribly. Elena's body shuddered. Not getting an answer from him made her upset, and she loosened Logan.

Before she could withdraw, her hands were abruptly held. She was stunned, looking up in bewilderment. Knowing that she couldn't see anything, but she couldn't move her eyes.

"I see." The steady voice fell and a warm hand covered her face, forcing her to close her eyes, "It's time to sleep."

Elena was not willing to sleep, "You haven't promised me yet!"

"What promise?"

"Promise me you won't push us away like you did today. I know you're upset, but isn’t it when you should turn to others for help?"

Elena didn't know him well. In her memory, she rarely got care from Mason and Emma, so she was more sensitive than anyone else and longed for warmth.

Her thin lips pursed into a straight line. Logan remained silent for a long time, but he couldn’t bear to say no to her. Finally, he sighed and smiled at her, "Yes, you have my words."

"Really?" Elena cried in delight, and if Logan hadn’t held her, she would jump up in excitement.

"Yes, I promise you." Afraid she wouldn't believe him, Logan repeated.

Elena finally closed her eyes, "Well, good night!"

"Good night."

Elena quickly fell asleep, while Logan couldn’t. Hearing the regular breath beside him, he felt so peaceful.

He touched her delicate cheek with love and felt amazed. How could this woman make me compromise so easily?

"What a fool!" Logan smiled warmly, his eyes tinged with a doting look he didn’t notice.

Elena muttered, unconsciously grabbed one of his hands tightly before falling back to sleep. When her mind was drifting, she heard a voice, as beautiful as playing the violin, came above her.

"Elena, thank you."

Thank you?

Why thanked her? Elena thought, but her head was too heavy for her to think. And quickly, she fell asleep again.