A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

I awkwardly smiled, “Oh, I see. I’ll tell my brother how kind you’ve been to me when he’s here and have him treat you to a fancy meal.”

After a moment of thought, I felt someone like Logan wouldn’t consider a meal anything special.

I quickly corrected myself. “Actually, no. I’ll tell my brother to not compete with you and let you take on good projects.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Logan’s gaze deepened. “Is that how you plan to thank me?”

His question momentarily stunned me.

Then, Logan smiled and casually patted my head as if he were comforting a child. “There’s no need to stand on ceremony. I’d still help you with anything related to your affairs even if it wasn’t for your brother.” MConfused, I asked, “Why?”

Logan blinked at me mischievously. “Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody.”

I was completely bewildered. However, Logan didn’t seem inclined to explain further and left the room after a few pleasantries.

After that, I lay on the bed and stared at the IV drip as my mind started to wander. But even after a long while, I still couldn’t figure anything out: My mind still seemed utterly empty.

I was frustrated that I couldn’t remember much about my past with Elijah, and my childhood memories with Logan were just as hazy.

I only recalled a few fleeting moments, and I remembered that I used to call him Woody. But besides that, everything about him in my mind was nearly a blur.

But why d

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it feel like Logan and I had shared a deep bond ever since my childhood?

I was puzzled.

Could it be that I was overthinking things? Was he particularly attentive to me because he was close to my brother?

I glanced at the large IV bottle beside me and sighed. It was such a large bottle.

It looked like I would be stuck here for a while.

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It was already past eight in the evening when I woke up again.

A nurse gently shook me awake and removed the IV drip. Then, she e

around a bit.

After that, I hurried to the bathroom to wash my face.

me to get up and walk

It was then that I realized how pale and puffy I looked. But on the bright side, the puffiness gave my overly thin face a hint of baby fat.

I pinched my cheeks, and for some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity with myself again.

As I looked in the mirror, I felt quite pleased with myself. My face still looked good. At least the beautiful daughter of the York family hadn’t yet turned into a wom–out housewife.

At that moment, I silently vowed to eat well and exercise regularly once I recovered. After all, I needed to

regain the youthful version of myself at 18 and reclaim my seven lost years.

Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I nearly walked right into someone.

I stumbled before I was grabbed by the arm by a strong hand.

I looked up–it was Logan again. He had changed into more casual clothes and was looking at me with a fresh and relaxed expression.

I awkwardly said, “Lo… Logan, you’re here again?”

I realized my mistake the moment the words left my mouth and quickly waved my hands. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant. I meant to say, aren’t you busy?”

Logan was amused and adjusted his glasses. “When did I ever tell you I was busy?”

I was embarrassed. “But shouldn’t you be busy?”

Logan’s smile widened. “Do I give you the impression that I’m always busy? There’s always time to take a break even if I was.”

“Uh…” I hesitated, “Shouldn’t someone like you be out networking or handling company matters? | remember Dad was always swamped with work when I was little. My brother was overwhelmed with work too when Dad handed over the company to him,” I couldn’t help but ramble a bit at the mention of my family.

I nostalgically said, “He would often spend time with me back then before he was tied up with company matters. I barely see him anymore now.”

Logan’s eyes flickered. “Ari, are you missing your brother?”