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    By the time Emery sat in the car, James had already made sure bshe /bwas safe. He spoke briefly with Sebastian outside, bgave /bher onest look of reassurance, and only left once he was certain she was secured.

    Inside the hospital, Samuel and Talia’s shouting match had ended with security personnel stepping in. Both were kicked out and escorted off the premises, their dramatic fight leaving behind whispers and a dozen shaken witnesses.

    Sebastian slid into the front passenger seat. “We’ve already suppressed any videos or news about the matter. Most of the clips that surfaced online were taken downb, /band several of Talia’s fan ounts were reported and banned from the tforms. You shouldn’t worry about bacsh. However…”

    Emery leaned back against the seat, exhausted. “However?”

    Sebastian nced over his shoulder at her. “There are still people trying to drag your name through it. Especially because you’re from the Be family. Some are saying this bis /ba scandal worth capitalizing on. Would you want to get ahead of bit/b, maybe use this bas /ban opportunity to reveal your marriage with Logan?”

    Emery stayed silent for a moment. The confrontation with Talia still clung to her nerves. She hadn’t expected the actress to actually use her of being a mistress in public, much less in such a dramatic meltdown. Emery could only think the woman needed time in a psych ward, not a red carpet.

    Finally, Emery straightened. “Release the footage from the hospital. There has to be CCTV of what happened. And make it clear that Talia and Samuel were never married and I was never in a rtionship with Samuel. That should be enough.”

    Sebastian nodded once. b“/bbIs /bthat it?b” /b

    “Do I have to exin to strangers that I am not a mistressb?/b” Emery asked. To her, there is simply no breason /bwhy she would try so hard to make those strangers understand that she’s not some whore. bIt’s /bsimply ridiculous, considering she doesn’t work in the show business industry.

    She wanted peace, and making this issue bigger is only going toplicate things.

    “No.” Sebastian said.

    “I thought bso/b,” Emery nodded. She leaned back and turned her head to the side as she closed her eyes. Not long after, they arrived iat /ithe Japanese style Cabin where Logan was staying. The moment she came in, she immediately spotted Logan. Alone.

    She paused, unable to believe what she was seeing.

    Logan was at the stove in a ck T–shirt, gray sweatpants and a pink apron covered in cartoon cats. He had adle in one hand and was tasting from it like this bwas /ba normal thing he did every night.

    Emery stopped at the doorway. “Youb–/bwhat are you doing?”

    He didn’t answer. He tipped his chin at her, then crooked two fingers bas /bif telling her toe here. When she didn’t move fast enough, he walked over, slid a warm hand to her elbow, and guided her to the kitchen.

    Up close, the apron was even more distracting. The cats had tiny bow ties and speech bubbles that said “meow.” With his broad shoulders, cut arms, and that cold executive aura, the apron lookedpletely out of ce. The apron made him look like a deadly head chef from a kid’s show.

    For a moment, Emery was too focused on the cats, she didn’t know what to react.

    “Are those… cats?” she asked. “Cats? Or… aliens?”

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    “It was in the drawer,” he said, dead serious. “Don’t judge my uniform. I was in a hurry.”

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    Steam rolled off the pot. The kitchen smelled of chicken, ginger, and something clean and warm that was enough to wake her stomach up.

    bHe /blifted thedle again. “Open.”

    She blinked. Then blinked again. He held thedle closer. Then finally, she parted her lips on instinct. As soon as the broth hit her tongue, she btasted /ba richness without oil, bnced by the sharpness of ginger and the gentle sweetness of carrot.

    He watched her face. “Good?”

    She nodded before the swallow even finished. “What is it?b” /b

    “Simple chicken soup,” he said. “I simmered bone–in thighs for the stock, skimmed the fat, then pulled the meat. Ginger and garlic to make it beasier /bon your stomach. Onion for body. Carrot for a little sweetness. A ssh of soy. No chili, no heavy herbs. Salted at the end. There’s rice if you want it heavier. Or noodles. Your call.”

    “I-“Why does this statement sound… familiar?

    Seeing her reluctance, he immediately added.”The doctor told me that you might be a bit underweight. You need to eat more.”

    “He didn’t say that,” Emery said. As far as she’s concerned, her weight bis /baverage for a pregnant woman. The doctor even said, all of her stats were normal.

    She gave him a weird look as he set a bowl in front of her without asking anddled the soup in. He added a few slices of chicken on top, then a handful of chopped spring onions.

    “You cooked,” she said, still eyeing the apron like it might sprout legs.

    “I assembled a resource,” he said. “Because your body needs it.”

    “Really?” she asked. Part of her suspected he was doing this because he had heard about the scene with Samuel earlier. Sebastian had been there when it happened, so it was likely he had overheard every word Samuel said.

    At the same time, another part of her refused to believe that was the reason. Why would he go to such lengths just because of Samuel? bIt /bwasn’t as if he was jealous. Maybe he was only acting out of concern. Well, it should be normal for him to be concerned, right? After all, he is the father of the child inside her.

    He nodded in response. “Now, go on…”

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    This time, Emeryplied. She lifted the spoon and tasted again. The warmth spread through her chest, easing the heavy knot that had been there since the hospital. It was in chicken soup, nothing fancy, but every bsip /bsettled her nerves. The ginger cleared her throat, the broth coated her stomach, and she realized just how hungry she actually was.

    “This is… good,” she muttered, half to herself as she took another spoonful. The heat in her palms from holding the bowl made her rx, the kind offort she didn’t expect toe from him.

    “A bit of rice would be enough,” she finally said after a few bites.

    Logan stood, scooped half a bowl of rice, and set it in front of her without a word. She stirred it into her soup, the steam carrying more of that savory smell she couldn’t resist. After a few mouthfuls, she looked up at him.

    “Aren’t you eating with me?” bshe /basked. “Or did you already eat before I got here?”

    He was sitting across from her, elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm. He hadn’t touched anything, not even ba /bss bof /b

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    water. He was just watching her, his expression unreadable.

    “I’m full,” he said.

    Her brow furrowed. “Full? Did you eat before me?”

    He shook his head once, eyes still fixed on her. “No. The view made me full.”

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    spoon froze halfway to her mouth. For a moment, Emery didn’t know what to say.

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