His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 211: Who Told You I Came Here For You

Chapter 211: Who Told You I Came Here For You

Chapter 211- Who Told You I Came For You?

LOGAN’S POV

"Trust me, Dad," I said with a knowing smile. "His brain would never even go there. He wouldn’t think messages stay in ’recently deleted.’ His mind doesn’t work like that."

Dad nodded, finally letting me take the lead. I told him exactly what to press. "Go to Messages. Then check Recently Deleted. Scroll slowly, don’t rush."

And just like I predicted... there it was.

The deleted message. The address.

Boom.

My lips curved into a soft, satisfied smile.

"Perfect," I whispered to myself like I had just cracked a top-secret code.

"Now save it," I told him. "Forward it back to your messages or mine. We can’t lose that address again."

He followed my instructions without saying much. Once it was saved and double-checked, I repeated myself again, louder this time.

"Perfect," I said with a little pride.

I turned to him and clapped my hands. "Now I can finally go and continue my bath. You too—go start getting ready. We’ll leave at the same time."

He nodded in agreement.

Without another word, I turned and dashed back into the bathroom, one hand dramatically covering my sexy, bare ass.

From behind, I heard him scoff and say, "Why are you covering that ass like I wasn’t the one that gave birth to you? There’s nothing special about it."

I rolled my eyes without even turning around. "All the guys I’ve been with would beg to differ."

The moment I said that, I heard him let out the loudest scoff, and it made me laugh so hard that I nearly tripped at the bathroom door. I slammed the door shut and kept laughing quietly to myself.

"You’re cringe, Logan!" he called out from my room, and then I heard the sound of his door closing.

I didn’t bother replying. I just kept smiling like a fool.

Honestly, it felt good to laugh after the hellstorm my heart had gone through.

I got back in the shower and let the water run over me. It felt better now. Lighter. Like I was slowly pulling myself out of that dark pit I had fallen into earlier. Within five minutes, I was done bathing, and I stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet.

The moment I opened the door, I rushed to close it again. The last thing I wanted was to scar anyone for life with an accidental peek.

"Not today," I mumbled to myself, grabbing a towel and drying my body.

After that, I started my little routine—my comfort zone.

I used my face care products, then my body care. Lotion. Oils. Creams. I did everything with care.

Then I sprayed on my deodorant, walked to my wardrobe, and searched for something casual but cute. I found the perfect outfit—clean, simple, comfortable.

I slipped it on, brushed my hair, and stood in front of the mirror.

I looked okay.

Actually... I looked good.

I was about to leave the room when I paused and smacked my forehead. "Damn. Perfume. Bracelet."

I walked back, grabbed my favorite perfume, sprayed it gently around my neck and chest, then put on the black bracelet I always wore when I wanted to feel just a little more powerful.

I checked myself one last time in the mirror.

Yes. I was ready.

I picked up my phone and walked out of the room with confidence.

As I got downstairs, ready to wait for everyone, I paused in surprise.

They were already there.

Standing. Dressed. Waiting for me.

I blinked.

"Well, damn," I said under my breath. "That’s a plot twist."

"We thought you went back to sleep in your room after you finished bathing." Dad said the moment I came downstairs.

I raised a brow, and before I could even reply, my little sister let out a small giggle from beside him.

I turned to her slowly. "Wow. Not y’all ganging up on me this early," I said, rolling my eyes.

She laughed even harder, hiding behind Dad like I was about to chase her. I wasn’t.

We all stepped out of the house and walked toward the car. Dad was already heading for the driver’s seat. I didn’t even try to suggest I’d drive.

He started the car and turned to ask, "What’s the address?"

I pulled out my phone, opened the message we saved, and read it out to him clearly.

He nodded, shifted the gear, and started driving.

The ride started off quiet. I leaned against the window, watching the world outside. Trees moved gently in the breeze, the sky was bright but not too sunny—it was one of those weird calm days where everything looked beautiful but my heart felt like it was pacing back and forth.

I wasn’t even thinking of what I was going to say to him when I saw him.

No dramatic plan. No perfect lines. Just air.

"When we get to that bridge, we’ll cross it," I muttered to myself, staring at my own reflection in the window.

The drive felt like the longest trip in human history. My legs were getting restless. My heart? Even worse.

Finally, after what felt like a century and a half, we arrived.

And damn... I won’t lie. The hospital was huge. Like, massive. Not your average "my-head-hurts" kind of clinic. This place looked like it could hold secrets in every wing.

Dad parked the car in the lot. We stepped out quietly. My palms were already sweaty and we hadn’t even entered the building yet.

Then it hit me.

How are we supposed to find Mrs. Beatrice’s ward without anyone noticing or asking questions? Are we just going to walk in and hope for the best?

I was still stuck in that thought when the receptionist saw us. He smiled immediately—one of those "I know who you are" smiles—and walked straight up to Dad like they were old friends.

"Uhhh... okay?" I blinked.

He didn’t even ask why we were here. He just greeted Dad and started walking ahead like he knew exactly where to take us.

"Wait, how does he know where we’re going?" I asked Dad, confused as hell.

He didn’t answer me. Just smiled like a damn movie character keeping secrets. I narrowed my eyes but didn’t press further.

We followed the receptionist down a long hallway. Everything was so white. So clean. So damn cold. The kind of place where people come in with hope and leave with either tears or relief. No in-between.

After walking for what felt like another three hours, the man stopped in front of a door. He didn’t say anything—just bowed his head and walked away.

That was when I smirked.

"Let the games begin," I whispered to myself, letting a wicked smile crawl across my face.

I reached for the door and pushed it open.

The sight that greeted me?

Beatrice. Smiling.

Arms wrapped tightly around Tyler like he was her lost child. His head tucked against her shoulder like he’d been crying or hiding from the world.

Ugh. I should’ve knocked.

But I didn’t.

I stepped into the room like I owned the place, a sweet fake smile stretching across my face.

"Hello, Mrs. Beatrice," I said in the calmest, softest voice I could fake. "How are you doing?"

The second my voice hit the air, Tyler froze.

I saw it. His whole body stiffened like I had just pressed pause on him. He slowly pulled back from her hug, turning to look at me.

And Lord...

His face.

He was pale.

Like he’d seen a ghost. All the color had left him. His lips were parted, and his eyes were wide. If fear had a face, it would be the one he was wearing.

"Why... why are you here?" he asked me, voice low, eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t believe I was real.

I looked at him slowly, tilted my head, and smiled.

"And who told you I came here for you?"