Chapter 472 Confessions On The Hood Of Your Car

• Ella
• After witnessing Logan’s reckless display at the racetrack, my heart was a tangled mess of worry and frustration. I wanted to pummel him for the danger he had put himself in, but I also wanted to hold him. I wanted to scream and cry at him, but I also wanted to kiss him.
• Now, standing there, watching him grip his hair in a mix of despair and defeat, I felt a wave of empathy wash over me. I hated seeing him like this; it was just a testament to the turmoil he was in. I couldn’t stay mad at him.