Chapter 6

I looked up and saw Jane Miller glaring at Logan with undisguised disgust.

"Revolting. Aren't you afraid of catching a disease sleeping with trash like this?"

She spoke bluntly, turning Chloe’s face completely pale, while Logan instinctively pushed Chloe away.

Jane belonged to the same elite social tier. Even though she hadn't mingled much with his crowd before, now that the engagement was announced, nobody dared to cross her.

Logan looked annoyed. "You're meddling too much."

Jane replied coldly, "I have no interest in babysitting you. I’m just warning you not to catch an STD before we even make it to the altar."

With that, she hauled me toward the exit.

Before crossing the threshold, I looked back at Logan and murmured, "Don't drink too much. Don't stay out too late."

Jane’s pace instantly quickened, practically dragging me out.

Once outside in the chilly night air, she dropped my arm and snapped sarcastically:

"I really didn't believe the rumors, but you actually are this pathetic. Were you born to be a lapdog?"

The movement made my stomach violently churn, but I still tilted my head up and smiled at her. "Thank you."

Jane’s expression shifted subtly. Helping me toward her car, she muttered:

"I’m not doing this for you. You just looked strangely familiar... but mostly, I just think you're an utter fool."

She began lecturing me with exasperation, "Why are you putting yourself through this? You've followed Logan Vance for six years—do you still not realize what kind of scumbag he is?"

I closed my eyes and sighed softly, whispering under my breath, "Yeah... it’s almost been six whole years..."

Between acute gastric bleeding and a severe allergic reaction, I spent three days in the hospital.

During that time, Jane let slip that their wedding was scheduled for January—right after the New Year.

Jane shook her head at me, telling me to stop being delusional. Logan would never love me; he was going to dump me sooner or later anyway.

January... right after New Year's...

I listened in a daze, and tears suddenly spilled down my cheeks.

Startled, Jane grabbed a tissue and awkwardly wiped my face.

I waved my hand gently. "I'm okay."

Once I gathered my composure, I told her sincerely, "Don't worry. Once you two officially get engaged, I won't bother him ever again."

I wanted to say more, but the words caught in my throat.

Just wait a little longer.

Wait until everything is settled.

After all, I had waited for so many years.

Jane left behind an exasperated "Whatever, do what you want," and walked out.

The minute I was discharged, I headed straight back to campus. The revisions on my journal submission still needed finishing touches.

I just hadn't expected another headache to be waiting for me.