Chapter 143

I had to admit, Logan had an impressive physique. He looked lean in clothes. When he took them off, his muscles were solid, well-defined, and not bulky or aggressive. Instead, they were sculpted and smooth, almost like a work of art. His body reminded me of the classic statues I had seen in museums, showing both strength and grace, while Logan's long, lean limbs and strong frame gave him a powerful and graceful look. I stared at him, completely captivated. I was so attracted to him. Logan tossed his suit jacket aside and started unbuttoning his shirt. I was mortified, but I couldn't look away. I watched as he shed his shirt and took off his shoes. When his hand reached for his waistband, I yelled, "Stop!". Logan paused, and my gaze was drawn to the V-cut on his waist. My thoughts began to wander, but I quickly snapped back to reality. "You can't take those off!" Logan casually grabbed some comfy clothes and put them on. He then looked at me, puzzled. "How can I sleep if