Chapter 642 Stay Here

• With that, Logan hung up the phone.
• The night outside the window was pitch black, thick as ink, and he simply did what he was supposed to do. Sloane, all I really hope for is that you're doing well.
• The following morning, Sloane awoke, finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. She felt significantly better than before. The room was decorated in a way that would satisfy any young girl's romantic fantasies of royalty's quarters. Fairy-like curtains fluttered at the windows, and plush toys were arranged around her bed.