#Chapter 172: Guilty Conscience

Ella The cleaning began in earnest, Logan and I working side by side to restore some semblance of order to my once-tidy living room. As we picked up the scattered cushions and placed them back on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude mixed with curiosity. Finally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I cleared my throat and spoke up. “Logan, why are you doing all of this? Helping me clean, taking me to that race... I don’t understand.” Logan paused for a moment, as though carefully choosing his words. His gaze met mine, and there was a sincerity in his eyes that caught me off guard. “Ella, despite everything that’s happened,” he said, “I do care about you. I still stand by what I told your father. I care about you more than you realize.” His words hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they held a deeper meaning. Did he mean that he cared for me romantically, or was it just a sense of friendship? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and in m