I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 72

Hope closed the last file of which data she entered in the computer. Her work was almost finished, and she felt exhausted from the entire day’s work. She pressed her one of the shoulders while typing with the other hand, which Logan noticed.

Leaving his place, he went to Hope and stood behind the chair on which his wife was seated. He placed his hands on her shoulders, asking her to relax them.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Massaging your shoulders,” Logan answered.

Hope smiled as he was taking care of her even at the workplace. “Thank you,” she whispered and mailed the last report. She was done with today’s work and stretched out her arms. Logan stepped away as he pulled his hands back.

She pushed back her chair and stood up. “Have you finished your work?”

“Yep. We can leave now,” Logan said.

Hope collected her things and shut off the computer while Logan went back to his desk. He pressed the bell on it and a female employee from the secretarial staff entered in.

“All these files are done. You can take them away,” Logan instructed her. She nodded. and carried the files in her hand before leaving.

“| could have done that. I’m the intern here, Hope stated.

“You already did a lot of work today,” Logan pronounced and wore the blazer. Taking his car keys out from the drawer, he asked Hope if she was done.

“Yeah, almost,” Hope said while tying her hair into a hair bun and tucked them with the clutch. Lowering her hands, she grabbed her office bag. “Let’s go, Boss,” Hope said with a

smile.

Logan smiled back and they both left the office. Paul waved at them as he saw them enter the elevator. “They both look great together,” he mumbled.

“What should | get for Roaxana? She’s sick, so | was thinking of getting her something.” Hope pondered aloud, her fingers scrolling through her phone.

“Energy drinks might help, Logan suggested, offering his advice.

“Okay,” Hope replied, sliding her phone into her pocket. As their hands briefly brushed against each other, Logan seized the opportunity, capturing her hand in his. A smile spread across Hope’s lips at the unexpected gesture.

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But before she could react further, the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop, and Hope found herself pinned against the wall by Logan’s sudden move..

“Logan!” she exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and amusement evident in her gaze as she glanced at him.

“| resisted enough | feel. Logan lifted her chin and nibbled her upper lip, followed by the lower one. Her hand instinctively rested on his shoulder as she returned the kiss.

“What if someone enters?” Hope whispered and bit her lip while smiling.

“It's for only VIPs. Except me and Paul, there are no VIPs at the moment in the company, including you,” Logan murmured and tucked her loose tresses behind her

car.

They kissed again, but kept the kiss chaste. “I think tonight you aren't getting any sleep,” he said before pulling away.

“Really?” Hope smirked. Her hand ran over his chest. “I wonder if you'll keep up with your words,” she remarked with a teasing tone.

“Is Mrs. Logan Moore challenging me?” He arched his eyebrow.

“Tomorrow is office. If | won’t sleep well, then my work will be affected,” Hope stated. She drew circles with her finger over his chest now. As the elevator abruptly halted and plunged into darkness, Hope’s fear of the unknown gripped her, causing her to cling tightly to Logan’s arms.

“Logan, what's happening?” she asked, her breathing becoming erratic with panic.

In a swift motion, Logan attempted to retrieve his phone from his pocket, but it slipped from his grasp as the elevator suddenly lurched into a free fall. Hope’s heart raced as they both nearly lost their balance, but Logan managed to catch her just in time. “Logan, what's happening?” Hope’s voice trembled this time, her body drenched in cold. sweat as a sense of foreboding washed over her. Strange voices, including the chilling scream of a woman, echoed in her mind, intensifying her fear and confusion. Logan realized that the elevator had stopped working and if they both didn’t get out of it, they would die once it met the ground. As aLycan, Logan’s heightened senses allowed him to see clearly even in the darkness that enveloped the elevator. His eyes shifted from their natural yellowish hue to a piercing blue, enabling him to spot the opening at the top of the elevator shaft. “Hope, hold onto this bar,” Logan instructed, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.

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With trembling hands, Hope grasped the bar as instructed, her fear palpable in the quiver of her voice. “Logan, what are you doing?” she questioned, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness surrounding them. Each heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears, and the air felt thin, making her struggled to breathe.

As Logan transformed into his Lycan Beast form, his primal instincts took over, and he held Hope close, shielding her from further harm. Despite her panic-driven state, Hope could barely make out his Lycan’s face before her vision blurred, overwhelmed by fear.

With a powerful leap, Logan defied gravity, soaring upward and delivering a forceful punch to the top opening of the elevator. With a resounding crash, the barrier gave way, and Logan swiftly grabbed hold of the strong steel cable. The friction between his hand and the cable generated sparks, causing a deep cut on his hand.

Amidst the chaos, a deafening thud reverberated as the elevator collided with the ground below.

Hope, overcome by the ordeal, had fainted in Logan’s arms, her limp form a cause for concern to him. Worried for her well-being, Logan cradled her gently, his concern. evident in his Lycan eyes.

Paul swiftly took the action as he heard the crash of the elevator. He was scared thinking about Logan and Hope. However, when the elevator was opened up, he found them both inside it.

Logan had carried Hope in his arms as he rested his back against the elevator’s wall.

“Logan! Hope!” Paul ran in and felt relieved to see them safe. He looked up and saw the roof opening of the elevator was broken and he knew Logan must have done that.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“We need to take Hope to the hospital,” Logan said and rushed out of the elevator, followed by Paul.

Once they reached there, a doctor examined Hope while Logan and Paul stayed there.

“It seems Mrs. Moore is fainted from the shock. Her vitals are normal at the moment. Once she wakes up, you can take her home,” the doctor told Logan.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Logan said and sat on the chair with a relief.

“You should get your wound dressed,” Paul suggested to him.

“It's just a small wound,” Logan murmured.

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“Are you serious, Dude?” Paul ran his fingers through his hair and decided to call for a nurse himself. He soon brought the nurse and requested her to dress Logan’s wound on the right hand.

Logan’s entire focus was on Hope while the nurse treated his wound. He didn’t even feel an ounce of pain when she cleaned his wound with the disinfectant. Perhaps the reason was he already underwent deeper sides of the pain that he had forgotten what pain felt like.

Paul knew his friend was now again doubting if he had the right to be happy. He thanked the nurse, who was done with her work. “Did you find out how the elevator suddenly broke?” Logan asked him.

“It was an accident. The maintenance wasn’t done for past three months,” Paul asserted. “I take the responsibility of this incident,” he said..

“Are you sure? | remember the last month maintenance was done,” Logan asserted. Their eyes met as Paul suddenly remembered about it.

“But the staff who look into it didn’t make any such entry. | asked them earlier too. They were irresponsible in their duties,” Paul proclaimed.

“And why did they lie to you? Find out the real reason behind this incident. Why do you | feel someone wants me and Hope to die?” Logan murmured.

Paul assured him he would thoroughly investigate the matter. “By the way, are you fine?” he asked with genuine concern.

“| don’t know exactly. But | feel scared from inside,” Logan truthfully answered.

“Hope is fine. Don’t think too much,” Paul opined.

“| think | don’t deserve to live happily, Logan pronounced, the pain in his voice was clear and evident. “I was always meant to be alone and for some reason, | feel whatever happened today was because of me,” he blamed himself for the incident..