Chapter 745

Layla's POV

My heart sank. I could practically hear the pain in his voice. Without even thinking, I turned on my heels, rushing back to the elevator.

“I’m coming back up. Just… just stay where you are, okay? I’ll be there soon,” I said, my voice trembling with worry.

I barely registered his weak, grateful 

“Thank you” before I hung up, jamming the button for his floor over and over, willing the elevator to move faster.

By the time I reached his suite, I was out of breath. I pushed the door open, my eyes scanning the room frantically. 

“Logan?”

No answer.

Panic bubbled in my chest as I rushed toward the bathroom, and there he was…on the floor, his back against the wall, his leg stretched out awkwardly in front of him. 

He looked so vulnerable, so… defeated.

“Oh my God, Logan!” I exclaimed, kneeling beside him. 

“Are you okay? What happened?”

He tried to smile, but it came out