My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 45

Christina

"What did you lie about?" I asked Logan when he didn't say anything further. 

My stomach was in knots, trying to figure out what Logan said. One moment, he told me he had feelings for me, and the other moment, he said he lied about something. 

What was I supposed to think?

"I lied about your father's wish," Logan said, sighing. 

His deep brown eyes appeared restless, and guilt covered his face.

"What?" 

"Your father never asked me to renovate Clairings," he answered. 

"Dad didn't ask Logan to renovate Clairings," I murmured. 

Logan watched me silently. His shoulders sagged, and his face bowed from guilt. I couldn't understand why he lied about something like this. 

"Why?" 

"I wanted to see you and talk to you.  But you blocked me everywhere and didn't answer my calls when I called your Uncle's home. I couldn't come to England because of my classes, otherwise I would have visited you. I don't think you would have met me even then. So, I chose to lie. It was the only way I could contact you again," Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets and scratched the ground with his shoe anxiously. 

"I can't believe this," I exclaimed, aghast, "how did you convince Dad's lawyer to lie?" 

Logan raked his hair with his hands, then rubbed them on his face, "I told him that your father expressed his wish before his accident. His lawyer knew me well and didn't think I would lie. Incidentally, your father had told him he wanted to renovate Clairings a few months ago. He even asked his finance manager to keep aside a high sum of money for it after consulting the lawyer." 

I was still unable to grasp his words entirely. Logan had lied about my father's wish. He lied about the man who was not only his guardian but had looked after him and his mother for their whole life.  

"How could you?" I was short of words. 

My thoughts were chaotic, and my mind was in turmoil. I felt like someone had placed a boulder on my chest, which was making breathing difficult for me. 

"Christina, please forgive me," Logan grabbed my arm and pleaded.  

I shook my head in dismay, "I don't even know what to say." 

I could not wrap my head around all the information Logan had dumped on me, from confessing his feelings for me to admitting that he lied about my father's wish. I had no idea how to react and what to say to him. 

"Christina, please think about it. You will understand my actions," Logan cupped my face in his giant hand, and I shoved it aside with a jerk. 

"I need to be alone," pulling my hand from his hold, I announced and took a step back. 

The next second, I turned and ran away from there. I spent the whole day in my room, not wanting to face Logan again. But I couldn't avoid dinner, as Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne specifically requested me. 

"I don't want to dress for dinner," I told Debbie honestly. 

"You don't have a choice, My Lady. Dinner at Clairings is always a formal affair," Debbie snorted in a very unladylike manner. 

She and I had grown close over the years even though I tried to be formal with her initially, but one couldn't help warming up to someone like Debbie. 

"I don't want to talk to him," I pulled a cushion on my face. 

"You can always ignore him," Debbie suggested, shuffling clothes in the closet.