Unattainable Love

21.

"Honey, I want to eat that."

He placed that dish in front of me.

"Honey, I'm cold."

Logan turned the temperature of the air conditioner up.

Today, it seemed that Logan indulged me very much. I rolled my eyes and said with a smile, "Honey, I want to drink."

He instantly delivered me a glass of water.

I was reluctant but still accepted it.

"Honey, I want a hug."

Logan's movement of opening the car door froze. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

I clenched my fists and ran straight to him. I wanted to hug his waist, but before I could reach him, he pressed his hand against my head.

He was 190cm tall while I was 168cm.

I had no advantage in height.

"Just let me hug you for a second."

"It's a fake marriage, remember?"

Logan looked at me with his bright eyes and lowered his voice. I wondered whether he was saying this to me or to himself.

But there was one slight change.