Chapter 32

Logan’s POV

I stormed out angrily, lighting a cigarette as soon as I stepped into my room. I puffed out air just in time for Dani to step out from the dark corners of the room.

“How is she?” he asks, causing me to scoff in irritation. He really cares about her, doesn’t he?

Turning around furiously, I said, “You care about Layla so much, huh? What else? You wanna see her?”

Dani’s face remains unmoved. That bastard, always keeping a permanent posture, it was nearly impossible to know when he was upset or happy. I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

“I am just worried about her, Logan,” he replied.

“Yes, that you are!” I shut back irritatedly, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Silence broke in, and I turned away from him, puffing the air out of the cigarette.

“I am sorry, Logan,” Dani said gently.

I closed my eyes as his words seemed to hurt my ears. He didn’t have anything to be sorry about. He was r