Chapter 3

Logan scanned the dining room, and his gaze instantly locked onto my booth.

"Sienna, you actually came."

Logan stopped by the armrest, looking down at me with an smug grin he couldn't hide.

"I knew you couldn't resist."

I put my phone down and looked up at him coldly.

"Logan, I'm here waiting for my husband."

Logan didn't listen. In fact, he completely ignored my words.

He bent down, reaching an arm out to wrap around my shoulders. I leaned back sharply, dodging his touch.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

His hand caught empty air, hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

Logan's expression darkened for a split second before another arrogant smirk masked it.

"Alright, Sienna, that's enough drama. I admit leaving you behind was a bit much, but haven't you milked it long enough?"

Hailey slid past Logan, taking a seat beside me on the velvet sofa, flashing a fake, sweet smile.

"Long time no see, little Sienna! You're looking prettier than ever."

I didn't answer.

Unfazed, she chirped, "Look, I was in the car that day too, and I totally told Logan not to do it! He was just teasing you on a whim. Who knew you'd take it so seriously?"

"We were actually super worried about you being left at the rest stop, but Logan said you were strong and independent and would definitely find a way home."

In just a few sentences, she wiped away their guilt entirely.

A whim. Just teasing. Who knew you'd take it so seriously?

I had stood freezing all night in the middle of nowhere, and she brushed it off as a joke.

"You're a grown woman, Hailey. Aren't you a bit too old for childish pranks?" I said flatly.

Hailey’s smile twitched, but she quickly smoothed it over.

"Still holding a grudge, are we? Well, that's normal for girls with narrow minds. I get it."

Standing beside her, Logan actually nodded in agreement.

"Hailey’s right, Sienna. Let's just turn the page, okay?"

"Look at you—you're doing great at this company, and now I've joined as well. Let's give it another shot. I promise I won't pull that kind of prank on you again."

His tone sounded like a parent humoring a spoiled child.

Once again, I enunciated clearly: "I am married."

Hailey covered her mouth and giggled.

"Sienna, sweetie, you showed up alone. Where is this imaginary husband of yours?"

Logan chuckled along with her.

"You're really stubborn, aren't you? How long are you going to keep up this charade?"

"You claim your husband owns the whole company? Great, call him out here. Let him show his face."

A few nearby diners began glancing in our direction, drawn by Logan's raised voice.

I took a deep breath, keeping my composure.

I had no desire to cause a public scene. Julian had reserved this place, and he was due any second.

"Logan, please leave," I commanded. "I don't want a scene on my husband's property."

"Your husband's property?"