Chapter 100
Lisa hesitated, twisting the hem of her skirt nervously.
“Logan’s smart… he won’t fall for just anything p>
Ever since she’d first met him, she’d been drawn to him.
When her manager suggested she pose as his girlfriend for appearances, she’d agreed without hesitation.
But Logan had been cold and distant, leaving Lisa questioning whether he even liked her—or if his heart belonged elsewhere.
Seeing Lexi today, so composed and indifferent, reassured her in a strange way.
“It all comes down to our acting,” Lexi said with a sly glint in her fox-like eyes.
“Logan will only respond if our little performance is convincing p>
Lisa’s gaze softened, a mix of admiration and subtle envy brewing.
No wonder Logan had allowed these rumors with Lexi—this woman was unlike any other, clever and captivating in a way that made even the rivals pause.
By the next day, the tabloids were ablaze:“Lisa Kicks Off Sends Blessings!
Lexi and Lisa—a former lover and a new flame—should have been enemies.
Yet the public watched in fascination as the two strolled through streets, sipped coffee together, and even sported matching outfits like inseparable friends.
The speculation was relentless, leaving their mutual overseer, Marissa, no choice but to step in.
Meanwhile, Simone, ever protective of Lexi, called her to Café Eight.
“Don’t tell me you’ve really befriended Lisa,” Simone murmured, sipping her coffee, the bitter warmth spreading across her tongue.
Her eyes were sharp with concern—Lexi’s career was on the rise, and Simone didn’t want her caught up in unnecessary trouble.
Lexi smiled faintly, eyes sparkling with calm assurance.
“Don’t worry. I know my boundaries. I won’t go overboard p>
Simone’s expression softened, yet there was a hint of melancholy in her gaze.
Time had taken its toll; her face, once delicate and luminous, had grown slightly haggard.
Today, her makeup was heavier than usual, masking the exhaustion that threatened to betray her.
“Lisa’s been in this world longer than you, Lexi. She’s cleverer too. Don’t let her deceive you,” Simone warned gently, her voice carrying a warmth that made Lexi’s heart lift.
Lexi nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ll be careful. Don’t worry p>
Then Simone handed Lexi a striking red envelope.
“I’m holding a farewell party at my villa this Sunday. I hope you’ll come p>
Lexi’s brow furrowed.
“Farewell?
Why call it that p>
“I’ve married.
My husband and I will be moving abroad.
I won’t be returning much after this.
I wanted to gather friends and family one last time,” Simone explained calmly.
But to Lexi, her words were thick with unsaid sorrow—a quiet ache that whispered of irrevocable goodbyes.
As Lexi left the café, heading back to her apartment, a black van screeched to a stop in front of her.
Before she could react, she was yanked inside.
“Logan?!” Lexi gasped, trying to call out, but a hand, reeking of alcohol, clamped over her mouth.
Logan slumped in front of her, messy and disheveled, eyes unreadable.
Lexi pried at his grip furiously.
“Where have you been? Everyone’s looking for you!” she demanded.
He smirked, a haze clouding his gaze.
“I know you set all this up to make me come out. Well, here I am. No more acting necessary… but Lexi, your performance? Terrible p>
Lexi rolled her eyes, exasperated.
She fumbled for her phone to call Lisa, but Logan’s sharp hand snatched it away, tossing it into a nearby glass.
“Logan!” Lexi’s shout was equal parts fury and disbelief.
Her phone—her lifeline—was ruined again.
Logan, clearly drunk, laughed weakly.
“Don’t worry… I’ll get you one a thousand times better p>
Then, in a moment of grotesque precision, he vomited over her.
Lexi yelped, pinching her nose, as she instructed the driver to take them back to her apartment.
She dumped him unceremoniously on the couch, cleaned herself up, and even wiped his face with a towel, noting how innocent he looked in sleep—like a child oblivious to the world.
The next morning, Lexi prepared a hangover cure and left a note for him.
But stepping outside, she was met with a wall of reporters.
Cameras flashed, questions fired relentlessly.
Logan, still half-asleep and disheveled on the couch, emerged.
The paparazzi went into a frenzy, assuming the worst: had Lexi and Logan already moved in together?
The storm of speculation had begun.
Logan had barely gotten his bearings when he saw the crowd of reporters and Lexi’s sharp, composed gaze.
Instantly, his hangover vanished like smoke.
With a strength that seemed impossible for a single man, he shielded Lexi, slammed the door, and held back the journalists outside.
“You’re okay, right?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.
Memories of last night’s drunken chaos and how Lexi had graciously let him stay with her made him flush with guilt.
And now—another scandal?
Lexi shook her head.
She’d long since grown immune to the paparazzi’s gossip.
But why had so many reporters been waiting outside her loft this morning?
Had someone seen her escorting him back?
A faint trace of conspiracy tingled at the edge of her mind.
“This has nothing to do with you,” she said coolly.
“I’ll handle the reporters p>
Logan straightened himself and tried to push the door open again.
Lexi blocked him.
“Going out now will only fuel the rumors. Better wait until they’ve all gone p>
He smirked, low and gravelly.
“So… you really don’t like me. Even stirring up a scandal with me is too much trouble for you p>
Lexi exhaled deeply in her mind.
This brat really knew how to burn bridges!
If she hadn’t taken him in, he’d have been lying passed out in the street yesterday, attracting an even worse scene.
“Rumors happen,” she said, voice calm.
“What matters is how we handle them. Reason won’t work on the press; time will.” She switched on the TV to check the coverage.
As expected, the headline screamed: “Lexi and Logan: Living Together p>