Angelica fell awkwardly to the ground, eyes reddening. "Logan, you actually hit me for Selina? I love you so much! Why are you even worried about her? Everything I did was for us! I love you—you should love me!"
Selina turned and met Logan's reddened eyes. She froze.
Logan had always been composed and cold. Even when suffering from unbearable poison attacks, his gaze remained controlled and distant.
In this man's dictionary, the word "cry" simply didn't exist.
But now, his eyes were red, silently watching Selina with an expression she couldn't decipher.
Selina looked away and questioned Angelica.
"You're ridiculous. Just because you like Logan, he must love you back? Plenty of people like him. Should he love every single one?"
