#Chapter 151: The Joy of Cooking

Ella The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow that filtered through the sheer curtains of my small but cozy apartment. Candles flickered on the dinner table, illuminating the dishes we had prepared together. As I opened a bottle of wine, I felt satisfied, but also a bit of unease. My sister’s safety hinged on this moment. If I didn’t manage to pull through with my plan to make Logan lose out on the Barrett family fortune, then I’d have to come up with another plan. And right now, I wasn’t keen on that idea. Logan watched as I poured the deep red liquid into our glasses. “You know, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s… kind of cozy in here,” he said, his eyes scanning my modest living room with newfound appreciation. I smiled, grateful that my point seemed to be getting across. “Well, it’s not a sprawling mansion like yours, but it’s home.” He lifted his glass for a toast. “To home, then.” Our glasses clinked. As we tasted the wine, its ric