#Chapter 137: He Loves Me He Loves Me Not

Ella My eyes widened at the attendant’s comment. “What do you mean by ‘he really likes me’?” She hesitated, as if she was unsure how much to reveal. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, but you guys aren’t exactly quiet,” she finally said, her eyes darting to the curtain behind which I had hidden from Logan—and my own reflections—just minutes before. I felt my curiosity pique. “And? Spill it, what did you hear?” Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “Look, this might sound weird coming from a complete stranger, but that man out there,” she pointed subtly towards Logan who was thankfully still outside, “he’s lying through his teeth.” I arched an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “About what exactly?” “About the tropics, the hot women, all that. I don’t know what he’s trying to do exactly, but it seems like he’s just trying to make you jealous.” My face must have been a puzzle of confusion, doubt, and a little hope, because she hastened to add, “Hear me out, ok