Chapter 233 Jogging Old Memories

• As they stepped into the warmth of the house, the air was thick with unspoken words, a palpable tension that neither of them could quite shake. Crystal led Logan to the living room, her movements deliberate as if focusing on the task at hand could quiet the turmoil inside her. She gestured for him to sit on the plush couch, and he obeyed without a word, his gaze never leaving her.
• “I’m getting the first aid kit,” she said, her voice soft but firm, betraying none of the emotions swirling within her.
• Logan watched her as she walked away, his eyes tracing the curve of her back, the way her hair swayed with each step. When she returned, the small white kit in hand, he noticed the slight tremor in her fingers as she opened it. She knelt before him, her movements careful, precise, as she pulled out a bandage and antiseptic.