"I won't tell you anything until you marry me."
Logan exhaled through his nose, jaw clenching harder as he stepped back in frustration. "Jesus, Jean," he muttered. "You're acting like a broken record."
But even as he said it, something inside him twisted.
Because this… whatever this was… it wasn't just stubbornness. It was fear. The kind that makes a woman walk barefoot and bleeding into the lion's den, just to escape something worse.
And despite everything….his plans, his grudges… he couldn't look away from her.
"Fine," he muttered under his breath, pacing. "You want to be Mrs. Kingsley so badly? Let's see just how far you're willing to go."
Logan grabbed her wrist with a firm grip and stormed out of the office, dragging her behind him. Jean struggled, trying to pull away, her fists pounding lightly against his arm.
"Let me go!" she snapped, but he didn't stop.
