GRAND RETURN OF THE WAR LORD

Chapter 6

Third Point Of View

Logan made the wildest decision he never thought he would have—agreeing to get married to a girl he'd just met. After the phone call, they agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop to sign the contract, but Logan couldn't wave off the feeling of unease seeping into skin. 

His gaze lingered on Sophie who sat from across him, sipping her coffee elegantly. She placed the mug on the round table, tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears and leaned closer, “Relax.” she chuckled, pulling out a brown envelope from her bag, “It's just a year; there's nothing to lose. And also, you'll be five million dollars richer. I'm doing you a favor here.” 

Logan rolled his eyes, tapping his feets on the ground impatiently. With each second that passed by, it felt like a hundred years. Images of Mr Lee chained to that sick bed kept flashing through his mind, robbing him of his peace. He weaved his hands through his hair, taking a long, steady breath, “can we just get this over with? I have a whole lot of things to do.” 

“I don't have all day as well.” Sophie commented, pushing the contract towards him, “read it and sign it. It's our agreement for a year.” 

“I only agreed last night, but you got a contract ready in less than twenty four hours. You really mean business.” Logan's deep voice rang out, as he flipped through the pages of the contract. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk when he stumbled against a particular line. He cleared his throat, reading out the phrase, “there's no such thing as consummating the marriage. You're not allowed to touch me, kiss me, hold me. We can only hold hands during social gatherings.” 

Sophie nodded slowly, her face blank, “Do you have any problem with that?” 

“You must think too highly of yourself. “ Logan dropped the bomb, calmly placing the contract on the table, “do you think I want a replay of what happened the last time? If I could turn the hands of time, I wouldn't have allowed you to lure me into your trap.” 

“You're saying you regret…me?” Sophie snickered, her voice rising softly, “I'm really in no mood to argue. Read through the rest and tell me what you think about it.” 

Logan's eyes brushed through the entire contract, his lips curling up from time to time. After a while, he pulled out his pen and signed, “I’m satisfied with the rules.” He then leaned back and crossed his legs, “Now that I've fulfilled my part of the arrangement, can I get my money now?” It sounded a bit weird when he blurted out the words, but he was willing to do anything to save the old man. 

Sophie signed the papers and smiled brightly, “I'll transfer three million dollars to you, but first, we need to get some matching rings.” 

“Matching rings? Are we engaged?” 

“It's just something to make my family members believe we're truly couples.” Sophie replied, wrapping her slender fingers around the mug. It felt warm against her touch, calming her tense muscles. With the contract signed, she had no idea what to expect from Logan, but she was relieved she wouldn't get married to Mr Thompson. 

“And after the couple rings? Is there something else I should know? I'm kind of in a hurry.” 

“Important names of my family members.” Sophie took another sip of her coffee, “Apart from that, we're done here.” 

“Alright, hit me with everything I need to know.” 

For the past one hour, Sophie told Logan about everything he needed to know about the Riven family. It was hard to process, but after memorizing the names over and over again, Logan finally got the hang of it. Immediately Sophie sent the money to his account, he dashed out of the coffee shop and made his way to the hospital. 

Logan rushed in, his collarbones peeping from his unbuttoned shirt. He approached the first nurse he saw, trying his best to speak calmly, “I need to see the doctor. I want him to proceed with the surgery.” 

The nurse gave him a long, unsettling gaze, “I'll go get him.” 

While the nurse walked away, Logan paced to and fro, touching his scar, as multiple thoughts rushed through his head like a tornado. A familiar white silhouette moved from the corner of his eyes and he sighed, facing the doctor, “I have the money, you can start the surgery.” 

The doctor smiled, a smile that reached his eye. He was quite impressed by the young man standing before him. He tucked his hands in his pocket, “We'll start the surgery right away. “ he gave Logan a curt nod before walking away. 

Throughout the whole night, Logan paced in the hallway, patiently waiting for the good news of the successful surgery. Minutes passed by, hours now, but the doctor hadn't stepped out of the OR. He inhaled a shaky breath, his thoughts running wild, “what the hell is going on?!” 

At the same time, a nurse rushed out, followed by the doctor as well. He'd spent over six hours in the operating room, so he looked slightly exhausted, his face pale from standing for hours. Without thinking, Logan rushed towards him, “How's Mr. Lee?” 

Silence. 

The doctor took a while before responding, and Logan's heart turned cold, “can you fucking answer me?” 

The doctor's eyes lit up, “the surgery was successful!”