With his eyes still closed, Dr. Wilson answered, “There’s an SUV downstairs, and it’s filled with bouquets. It looks like it’s for you.”
I blinked in surprise. Pushing open the window, I saw Logan standing below with a sea of flowers surrounding him.
In the past few days, he desperately searched for me. He even booked an appointment with me and poured his heart out in a tearful confession.
I rationally suggested that he might need to see a psychiatrist, but clearly, he didn’t give up.
Now, he was standing outside with an overwhelming display of flowers. When he saw me through the window, he started to bare his soul.
“I had too much of a drink that night. When I woke up, I realized I made a terrible mistake, and I’ve regretted it every second since. After thinking it through, I realized my feelings for Leah were nothing more than an obsession I carried for years over something I could never have.
“And once I had it, I finally understood that the person I truly love has always been you. Tara, will you please forgive me? Can you give me another chance to chase after you, just like before?”
His eyes burned with desperation as he gazed at me.
I wondered how Logan looked when he pursued Leah and pulled the same stunt as he was now.
Back then, he was bright and youthful, and his eyes shone with the innocence and excitement of first love. It was a far cry from the tortured man standing before me now.
One couldn’t have everything in life.
I turned to Dr. Wilson and said, “It’s not for me. This is obviously an attempt at harassment. Let’s get security to handle this before he unfurls a banner and someone takes a photo.”
Recalling that the city was in the middle of a “civilized city campaign, Dr. Wilson began to panic at the idea and dashed off to summon security.
By the time Logan started to unfurl his banner, a group of security guards were already on the move, armed with metal batons. They firmly restrained him.
Logan tilted his head back, desperately trying to make eye contact with me through the window for help. But then he caught sight of Simon standing next to me.
His face flushed red with anger, and he started yelling, “You bastard, you’ve been plotting this for a while, waiting for your chance to steal her away! Simon! Get down here if you’re a man!”
His yells and cries made things look even worse.
Dr. Wilson barked, “Shut him up! We can’t let him make a scene!”
Logan’s mouth was soon taped shut, and he was dragged away by security.
