Chapter 65

Layla’s POV

“I’m sorry, Layla.”

That was it. That was the words written in fine letters on it. I felt my stomach clench, my heart seemingly dropped into the pit of my stomach. I tried to smile but it didn’t work.

I looked ahead to the king sized bed. It was neatly made but no sign of Logan there. I knew he placed this flower and letter here for me to find. I took a careful light step forward, stretched a bit to look into his closet.

Although it’s still early in the night, his room is dark, only illuminated by some foreign dim lamp lights seeming to come from the designed walls. Curtains draped from wall to wall, the floor rugged perfectly. Everything in this room screamed money. From the pure white ceiling to the well-designed walls to the floor, bed, lamps, tables, sculpt and even the doors.

I stopped after taking the first step. I stopped because I didn’t know if it was wise walking into the lion’s den. The last thing I wanted was pissing him o