Blanche is pregnant and even she can’t help but suspect Kent of having another woman when she sees that photo, let alone Blanche.
If she got angry about the photos, no one would be able to take it lying down!
Kent looked annoyed, “I didn’t really think Abbie would do something like that!”
It had nearly capsized his boat.
Elena Bush bit her bottom lip, “Think about it, did you let her take a picture at any point? Drinking? Drugged?”
“……”
Kent gave her a head-scratching look, “You think your brother would get tripped up by something that uncouth?”
“People slip up now and then.”
One should never be too confident or one will suffer sooner or later.
Kent didn’t think so, and after spinning his wheels finally came down to just one conclusion, “The only time I know I’ve ever been alone with Abbie was when I got hurt when I was cornered by her dad.”
After that she saved him and he was immobilised by his injuries.
Elena Bush didn’t even have to think about it this time, “Aren’t you just stupid enough to be tied up there and let people do whatever they want?”
A flash of embarrassment crossed Kent’s face, “How could I have thought of anything else, besides I hadn’t met Blanche at the time.”
It was true that he thought Abbie was nice at the time, but her background was too complicated.
He was also acutely aware of Abbie’s obsession after the encounter, so he had taken the plunge and left once he had recovered from his injuries, until she had chased him into his company again.
Elena Bush bristled, “Now I do believe you, but you’ve got to find a way to convince Blanche too, and the photo thing isn’t exactly a complete solution.”
If this got out before the wedding, even if everyone believed Kent, his reputation would certainly be tarnished.
Kent nodded confusedly, “I know.”
“What do you know, you always have to do something practical!” Elena Bush slapped him on the side in no uncertain terms.
Kent turned his head to look at her, “Actually, I think there’s something more troubling than this, I’m afraid ……”
“What?”
“Abbie’s dad is a gangster in G. If Abbie makes a point of saying something, I’m afraid I won’t be able to avoid getting into trouble again.”
He was still haunted by what had happened back then.
Elena Bush couldn’t help but stomp her foot, “You’re a man, why do you get into so much trouble!”
Besides it was just one Abbie, I can’t believe she’s really that powerful.
Kent also had a headache.
Elena Bush shook her head helplessly after all, “Tell you what, I’ll calm her down on Abbie’s end, and I’ll find a way to get the photos, while you just take care of the wedding and Blanche.”
“You?” Kent was a little sceptical, “Can you do it?”
“You think so?”
The man bristled, “I don’t think so.”
“……”
Elena Bush gritted her teeth and ground them in hatred, “I think you’re deliberately trying to get yourself killed!”
“Fine, fine, I believe you, I believe you.”
Kent hastily coaxed Elena Bush.
Elena Bush then withdrew her warning, “Get out of here and if Blanche asks, just pretend it never happened.”
“Hmm.”
Kent nodded and looked down at the small woman who was more than a head shorter than her, “My little girl, when did they all become so good, they’ve learned how to handle it already.”
Elena Bush grunted, “Still well taught by Logan Brown.”
“You know you have your man in your eyes.”
“No, I still have my eyes on you and Harvey ……”
“Little girl.”
Kent rubbed the top of her head dotingly, then bent down and enveloped her in his arms, “I have to thank you for being willing to trust me and help me this time, no matter what.”
Elena Bush lowered her head and sulked, “I have only one family member left, who else could I help if not you?”
“Good girl.”
“Don’t touch my head!” Elena Bush reached out and slapped away his hand that was trying to do it again, “If Logan Brown sees this, you don’t want me to help you!”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like he can see.”
The door was closed.
There was a movement from the bathroom and the next moment the man came out with slightly damp hair and a bath towel tied around him.
Elena Bush and Kent looked at each other as if they had already imagined their end.
Kent’s hand instantly retracted even as if it was hot, and he smiled at the man with a stiff smile on his face, “This ……”
Elena Bush was a bit taken aback, “When did you stay here?”
I can’t believe they didn’t even notice!
“Since the beginning.”
He had just finished his shower and was about to come out when he heard the commotion, and the ensuing words from the two of them kept him from coming out in time until …… someone took the opportunity to try to eat his daughter-in-law’s tofu ……
Kent instantly felt that something was wrong and his entire back followed in a cold sweat.
“That ……”
He subconsciously took a few steps back, “I don’t have anything else to do, so I’ll go out first, you two …… take your time and talk.”
Said the man, grumbling with a low curse against Elena Bush’s ear, “You husband like to be jealous, I’ll leave first!”
Elena Bush opened her mouth before she could call out to him the man had simply fled.
Logan Brown sat half-leaning on the sofa, his towel tied only around his waist, loosely tied, his firm chest exposed.
Elena Bush peeked out with some caution, but the next thing she knew, she was in direct contact with the man’s eyes.
Logan Brown hooked his lips in a smile, his voice unmistakably sexy, “Come here ……”
“Don’t.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a harsh line of sight from the man swept over instantly, also making her follow honestly in an instant and walk obediently to the front.
Logan Brown tightened his brow, as if to blame her for being too far away.
With a long hand, he easily took her into his arms and sat her on his lap.
Elena Bush looked surprised and before she knew it a dry, fluffy towel was in her hand, “Wipe my hair.”
Wipe your hair?
That was it?
Elena Bush didn’t think it was that simple and didn’t move for a long time.
Logan Brown raised an eyebrow, “Is this waiting for me to kiss you?”
“Only …… is not!” Elena Bush could only move her hands obediently.
Perhaps it was because the man had stayed in the bathroom after his shower and his body was a little cold, which made her temper rise immediately, grabbing a blanket from the side and covering him with a complaint, “Why didn’t you know to find a shirt to put on when it was cold?”
“It’s not cold.”
“And you’re sophomoric!”
“No.” The man’s body pressed a few inches closer, his large hands wrapping around her waist to circle her into his arms, his breathing rambling, “See, isn’t this warm?”