Jean took her first sip of her coffee, he rose from the bed. "I’ll make breakfast today, bored of Henry’s cooking." He said, already heading toward the door.

"Logan."

He paused in the doorway, glancing back.

"Thank you," She said softly.

His eyes softened in a way she’d never seen before... unguarded, almost vulnerable. "You’re welcome, Jean."

Thank you, for not leaving.

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Jean padded into the kitchen, following the faint sounds of clinking pans.

Logan stood at the counter, sleeves still rolled up, shoulders broad under his black shirt. A frying pan sizzled in front of him while he buttered slices of bread with surprising precision. He looked so... domestic, she almost laughed.

"So, this is it for the menu?" She teased, leaning against the doorframe.

He glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow. "Enough for us to survive. Don’t expect a five star meal."

Her lips curved. "No one knows better about surviving than us. And after last night, I’ll take whatever you make."

His movements paused for a fraction of a second before he went back to flipping eggs. "Last night..." He murmured, almost to himself.

Jean walked closer, brushing past him just enough for her shoulder to graze his arm. "You’re different today," she said quietly.

He didn’t look at her, but she saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "Maybe I’m just trying not to mess up breakfast."

When the plates were ready, Logan set them on the table without fanfare. Toast, eggs, and a small bowl of fruit. Nothing extravagant but the fact that he’d done it himself made her chest tighten.

They sat across from each other, and for a few minutes, the only sound was the quiet scrape of cutlery. Then he looked up. "Is it... okay?"

Jean swallowed the bite in her mouth. "It’s perfect."

Something in his eyes softened at her answer, and though he didn’t say a word, she could feel it... this was his way of telling her he was trying.

Jean had just taken another fill of her coffee when the sound of footsteps and cheerful chatter drifted in from the hall.

Henry appeared first, hair still damp from a quick shower, followed by Emma, who was tying her ponytail as she walked.

Hannah trailed behind, looking fresher than last night but with an assessing gaze that seemed to take in everything at once.

"Well, well," Henry said with a smirk, spotting the table. "Logan, you’ve been holding out on us. Cooking skills and coffee ready? I could get used to this."

Elaine slid into the seat beside Jean, eyeing the plate in front of her. "You made breakfast? For everyone?"

"Just eat," Logan replied flatly, but there was no real bite in his voice.

Jean hid her smile as the others began helping themselves. The once quiet kitchen now buzzed with conversation and the clatter of plates. For a fleeting moment, it felt almost... normal.

But then Hannah’s voice cut through the hum. "Logan," She said, tone even but carrying a weight that made him glance up immediately.

He set down his fork. "What?"

"Can I talk to you? In private."

The air shifted, just slightly. Henry and Emma exchanged a quick look but went back to eating.

Logan wiped his hands on a dish towel, casting one last glance at Jean before following Hannah out of the kitchen.

Jean’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup. Whatever Hannah wanted to say... it wasn’t going to be casual.

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They stopped just outside the kitchen, the faint hum of chatter fading as the door swung shut behind them.

"What is it?" Logan asked, his brows drawing together. Hannah didn’t usually pull him aside unless it was serious.

She glanced over her shoulder, as if making sure no one was within earshot, then pulled out her phone. Her voice was low, deliberate.

"I got a message from Dad this morning," she began. "He told me to contact you immediately."

Logan’s jaw tightened. "And?"

Hannah met his gaze, the tension in her eyes saying enough before the words even left her lips.

"He says Tyler’s lawyers are here. They claim Tyler has filed a lawsuit against you... saying you threatened his life."

For a moment, the hallway seemed to still, the sound of distant waves muted by the rush of blood in Logan’s ears.

Logan’s voice dropped to a dangerous calm. "He’s playing games. There’s got to be something else behind going on."

"Logan..." Hannah hesitated. "If this lawsuit is official, it won’t just be bad for you... it’ll be bad for her too. Tyler is dragging Jean into this whether you like it or not."

His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. So much for their fragile peace. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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Logan walked back into the living room, his expression unreadable. Jean, who had been sipping her tea, instantly noticed the shift in his eyes.

"Everything alright?" she asked softly.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the room, sitting beside her on the couch. The faint clink of his watch against the coffee table was the only sound.

"Hannah just told me something," he began, voice low but steady. "My father messaged her... said Tyler’s lawyers are at his office."

Jean’s brows are knitted. "What do they want?"

"They’ve filed a lawsuit," Logan said, the words sharp but measured. "Tyler claims I threatened his life. Maybe he is bringing up the incident in father’s yacht party."

Her breath caught. "That’s ridiculous. You’ve never..."

"I know," He cut in gently, placing a hand on her knee. "But that’s not the point. He’s not doing this for justice, Jean. He’s doing it to drag you into the mess. To scare you... maybe even to make you turn against me."

Jean stared at him, her mind racing. The warmth from earlier in the evening felt like it was slipping away, replaced by a cold, creeping unease.

Logan leaned closer, his gaze locked on hers. "I need you to know... I’m not going to let him win. And I’m not going to let him touch you."

She swallowed hard, feeling both the weight of his words and the quiet steel in his voice. "Then what do we do?"

His jaw tightened. "We fight back. But this time... we’ll have to play smarter than him."