Chapter 885

Logan was wearing a black silk pajama set. His usually neat hair was damp and disheveled from his shower. The rimless glasses perched on his nose lent him an air of elegance. Lisa had always appreciated Logan's looks, but in that moment, something about his appearance made her heart race. A possessive urge she had never felt before washed over her. Her face flushed as a momentary, impulsive thought raced through her mind. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to dispel the image. "I saw your lights were still on. Why are you up so late?" Logan's voice was soft and husky, with a charmingly magnetic quality. "I can't sleep." She exited the bedroom and moved toward the couch as she spoke. He trailed behind without inquiring further. She had volunteered the information. "I'm performing a surgery on the pregnant woman's fetus tomorrow." Logan was aware of this. He strolled over to the coffee table and retrieved the teapot. His slender fingers gently deposited a tea bag into it. "Nervo