His Love Value Disappeared When He Hurt Me Deeply Chapter 02

His Love Value Disappeared When He Hurt Me Deeply Chapter 02

Twenty minutes later, they came back.

They kept a perfectly normal distance, like nothing had happened.

But I still spotted the faint hickey on Sophie’s collarbone.

Logan had a rule—he never left marks, no matter how passionate things got.

When I used to tease him about it, he always stopped me.

Now he was breaking that rule for someone else.

Even though I knew they couldn’t have done much in that short time, my chest still ached.

I quickly looked away and forced myself not to think about it.

“Evie, sorry we took so long.”

“Sophie got you some chicken soup. Eat it while it’s hot.”

Logan opened the container, automatically moving to feed me.

Then he paused, like he’d remembered something.

I knew exactly why. He was trying to keep his distance.

And Sophie, as she had done countless times before, smoothly took over.

“Logan, move. You’re so clumsy. You have no idea how to take care of a patient.”

“Evie, you really need to teach him better.”

Logan snorted.

“Who says I’m bad at it? One day you’ll see how good I can be.”

They started bickering again, trading barbs like an old married couple.

It used to feel completely normal.

Now it looked like flirting.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, staring at the bowl of chicken soup dotted with cilantro.

I hated cilantro.

Logan knew it. Sophie knew it.

They just weren’t paying attention.

I tried to set the bowl aside, but my hand bumped Sophie’s.

The scalding soup spilled over the back of her hand, leaving it red and swollen.

I was about to check on Sophie’s injury, but Logan shoved me aside.

“Evelyn Quinn, if you don’t want it, just say so. Stop throwing these tantrums!”

“Sophie, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

I froze, completely stunned.

It was the first time he’d called me by my full name.

I slumped to the floor in a heap.

I wanted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come.

All I could do was watch Logan carefully apply ointment to Sophie’s hand.

The way he looked at her—so full of concern—used to be reserved for me.

Now it belonged to someone else.

The pain in my head exploded. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It splattered across my shirt, shockingly bright.

Sophie rushed toward me, but before she could touch me, Logan pulled her back.

“Evelyn, the tomato juice trick again? Haven’t you had enough?”

As he spoke, the number above his head dropped to 25.

I smiled bitterly. The metallic taste of blood grew stronger in my mouth.

At some point, whenever my head hurt too badly, I started coughing up blood.

I never told Logan. I never saw a doctor.

I was scared that if I died, he would be sad.

Later, I started faking it like I saw online.

At first, Logan would hold me while sobbing, begging me not to leave.

Now there was only cold indifference.

I had succeeded.

But my heart still hurt like hell.

I tried desperately to swallow the blood, but I couldn’t.

Logan shook his head in disappointment when I stayed silent.

He picked Sophie up and walked out without another word.

Only after the door slammed shut did I realize my face was covered in tears.

I wiped them away messily, telling myself over and over not to cry.

I was going to die anyway.

What did it matter?