Logan slowed his steps, realizing she was upset. He quickened his pace, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "Selina."
Selina got into the car, propping her elbow against the window. "So… you do know Miss Paula?"
Logan slid in beside her, leaning down slightly until his forehead rested against hers. "I don't know her. I've never even met her."
"Never met her, yet she's head over heels for you—ignoring the fact that you're married, insisting she must have you?"
Logan let out a soft, exasperated laugh. "I truly haven't met her. But I can't say if she's ever seen me. I've worked with Duke William twice, and I've been to the royal palace in Country Y fairly often."
Selina pursed her lips, still feeling uneasy.
Lowering his voice, Logan said, "I promise you this—I won't have any entanglement with Paula. My cooperation with Duke William has already ended, and I won't work with him again. As for Paula's behavior…"
