After Being Cheated On, I Had No Choice But to Marry the Richest Man Chapter 2

“Dad, you might not be able to spend all your time with Mom just yet. I’m not planning on taking over the company right now.”

“Oh, great. You came back just to stress me out. Go, go!” My dad waved me out of the office.

So much for that idea.

Just then, Logan texted me, reminding me, “Don’t forget, we’re having our wedding night tonight.”

“…”

I clenched my teeth and replied, “Could you say it in a less crude way?”

His voice message came through immediately: “That wasn’t crude. I didn’t even say ‘come home and sleep with me.’”

My dad’s secretary walked by, giving me a knowing look. “Miss Harper.”

“…”

I think I need to consider moving to another planet.

Logan is such a big-mouth. How is he a billionaire with absolutely no boss-like attitude?

He acts like a playboy trust-fund kid—so annoying!

Logan sent me another message with his address, telling me to come over for dinner and celebrate.

Celebrate what, exactly?

Is he really this excited about marrying me just to secure our family alliance?

Well, considering I come from money too, and he knows I won’t try to control him, of course he’s happy.

Around 7 PM, I arrived at Logan’s penthouse.

The luxurious decor and his flashy taste hit me as soon as I stepped through the door.

Logan was lounging on the couch, legs crossed, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of orange floral shorts, casually sipping a glass of red wine.

“You’re back.”

“…” I walked over. “Didn’t you say we were having dinner? Where’s the food? I’m starving.”

He pointed toward the kitchen. “It’s being prepared. Sit down.”

He patted the spot next to him.

I had barely sat down when he leaned in closer. I leaned away. “Stay back or you’re getting kicked.”

“So, why did you suddenly agree to marry me? What happened to your not-so-dependable boyfriend?” Logan looked genuinely curious, like a nosy kid.

Not that he’s dependable either.

Ahem, not that I’m defending Justin.

Justin cheated. "Not dependable" doesn’t even begin to describe how awful he was.

I cleared my throat. “Well, because… it’s just…”

“Alright, you don’t need to explain.” Logan raised a hand to stop me.

Just when I thought he was being considerate for once, he blurted out, “So, you got dumped.”

“…”

I swear, Logan’s brain must’ve been kicked by a mule at some point.

Then he suddenly had a revelation. “Wait, so that makes me your backup plan? I’m your rebound, aren’t I?”

“If you don’t want to be the rebound, we can just get a divorce. I’m your backup plan too, aren’t I?”

Logan nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true. I mean, I’m quite the catch.”

“…”

He’s insane.

Just then, the kitchen staff came out and let us know dinner was ready.

After we ate and relaxed for a bit, I started doing some yoga, and Logan decided to join in.

After a while, he said, “Sam, you’re surprisingly flexible.”

I kicked at him. “Can you stop being weird?”

He looked genuinely hurt. “What? I was just complimenting you.”

Okay, maybe he didn’t mean anything by it.

I went upstairs to wash up, and of course, Logan followed me like a lost puppy. I was about to enter the bathroom when I stopped, and he bumped into me.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I’m taking a shower. Why are you following me?”

Logan scratched his head. “How about we take a shower together?”

I gave him a hard smack on the head. “Logan, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I’m gonna shower alone!”

Who the hell wants to take a shower with him.

Idiot.