My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 79

Christina 

"Your name?" I asked the middle-aged lady sitting on the couch across from me. 

The agency sent a few candidates for the governess job, and I disliked them. A couple were too young for my liking; one was too fragile, and the other was a little grumpy. 

The sweet-looking lady was the last one, and I prayed she would be suitable for the job. 

"Bertha Miller," she answered. 

I asked her about her past experiences, and she answered satisfactorily. After interviewing her thoroughly, I introduced her to Aiden to see how he would bond with her.  

To my delight, they both clicked instantly. From the smile on Aiden's face, it was clear he liked Bertha a lot. I asked her to start working the following day.  

While Aiden napped in the afternoon, I searched for Logan to inform him I hired Bertha as a governess. I found him in his study shirtless and trying to change his dress. 

"You need help?" I inquired as I stepped inside his study. 

"What are you doing here?" Logan asked in a displeased tone. 

I was puzzled by his reaction. What crawled up his ass since morning? When I woke up in the morning, I found him with Aiden in the kitchen. Aiden was eating what looked like remnants of pancake on his plate. 

I apologized to him for waking up late. I hadn't expected he would make breakfast for Aiden. But it had been a pleasant surprise to see them sitting at the island counter in the kitchen and eating pancakes. 

"I was looking for you," I replied, sensing his smoldering gaze on me.

He had locked himself up in his study and hadn't even joined me and Aiden for lunch. 

"Do you need something?" His questioning gaze was fixed on me. 

"I just wanted to tell you I hired a governess for Aiden." 

"Good," he remarked, "you may leave," he ordered. 

I should have left, but the blood dripping down from his stitches caught my attention," Do you need help with it?" I pointed to his wound. 

"No thanks," he declined. 

Sighing, I was about to turn and leave when he hissed in pain as he wiped his wound. Dropping the idea to leave, I rounded the desk and was on his side within moments. 

"I asked you to leave," Logan growled. 

"You don't have to be an asshole all the time," I snapped, then pulled his arm. 

I inspected his stitches and found one torn open, "What did you do with this?" I looked up at him in annoyance. 

"Just leave, Christina," Logan groaned.

I ignored him and picked up a wipe from his desk. After cleaning the blood around the stitches and his arm, I applied an antiseptic to it. 

"You will need to see a doctor and get it fixed," I suggested to him, placing a cotton pad on it and then covering it with tape. 

"It's nothing," he mumbled. 

"You aren't a superhuman Logan. It's okay to admit that you need help," I chastised him. 

I felt guilty. Logan received the cut while saving Aiden. I knew he was in pain, but he didn't let it show. 

Logan pulled his hand from my hold with a jerk, "Just leave, will you?" Logan bellowed.