Love Was A Charade!

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After the emotional talk between the mother and daughter, Andrea got some food for them to eat.

They spent the entire afternoon talking and chatting with the rest of the old women.

They all were absolutely In love with Andrea, it seemed as if they wished she was their daughter in law.

After the long day, it was finally time for the surgery.

Her mother had already been taken to the operation room and she was told to wait outside to await the result after the surgery.

As Andrea paced around, her heart continuously pounding as she was both anxious and nervous at the same time.

She didn't want anything to happen to her mother, anything.

But just then, the loud sound of footsteps was heard as she turned around and she was a little surprised upon who she saw.

It was a man with striking features emerging, his black silk hair cascading smoothly down his head, framing his face in an elegant manner.

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson red, seem to hold a mysterious depth to them, captivating anyone who gazes into them. As he confidently strides forward, his presence demands attention and curiosity.

Attired in a sleek black suit, tailored to perfection, he exudes an air of sophistication and grace.

The coat of his suit flows behind him, adding an element of intrigue to his every movement. The fabric seems to dance with the wind, accentuating his confident strides and creating an aura of enigma around him.

Following closely behind him is his secretary, a poised and professional individual. Their presence is a testament to the man's importance and influence. The secretary, impeccably dressed, matches the man's style and demeanor, adding an air of efficiency and organization to their entourage.

As they make their way towards a woman in the hospital, their purpose remains unclear, leaving onlookers intrigued by the encounter about to unfold.

The man's dark allure and the accompanying secretary's presence only heighten the sense of anticipation, leaving a lingering curiosity in the air.

And he was no one other than Logan Thron.

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Upon Seeing him, Andrea flushed slightly as she remembered what had happened between them last night buts he quickly brushed it off.

"You don't have to be so pale, there's an 80 percent chance of her surviving!" Logan said with a deep and cold voice.

And hearing that, Andrea just sighed as she said softly, "If that's your way of Comforting someone then please keep it to yourself!"

She said leaving Greg by surprise.

Who was Greg again? Oh yah, he was Logan's secretary and a man who he trusted a lot.

He had been with Logan since the time he established the Thorn empire and he has been with him since them, supporting him all the way.

He has met many women who knew his boss but this was the first time a woman who wasn't his sister or mother had talked to him in such a way.

But yet he didn't even say anything, something was totally wrong.

Yah! Things have been wrong since the day his boss had asked him to get all the information he had about her.

And it was really something surprising, he had tried to get in touch with her and now that they have seen each other, it feels like she had become his wife all of a sudden.

"Did she put a spell on him or something?" Greg murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, Staring down at the still anxious woman Logan just had an expressionless face on.

Just then, he spoke out, "When I first met your mother last night I thought she would cry out loud or curse at me for getting her only daughter pregnant but she just remained calm and didn't do anything rational!"

"She accepted my words with utmost understanding, something that's hard to find in people nowadays," he stated.

"So what are you saying?" She asked.

"I'm saying that your mother is a strong minded and independent woman, I'm sure she will be fine.. after all she still has an attachment in this world and that's you, and there's no way she would leave without seeing her first grandchild!"

Logan said as he then placed his hands softly on Andrea's head as he patted it slightly.

Meanwhile Andrea just sat straight, digesting his words. He was right, her mother was a strong minded woman but when it came to love, it was like she could be shattered in pieces that was why she hated the words "love"

It was just a charade nothing more.