The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 35: The cold night and a warm Coat

Chapter 35: The cold night and a warm Coat

Jean reached for the small bundle of herbs she hadn’t used yet and dabbed some on a clean leaf. "This’ll sting."

"Is that your way of saying ’sorry for the pain I’m about to cause’?" Logan says mimicking.

"Nope. Just a warning."

She pressed the mixture to the scrape. Logan hissed.

Jean’s face remained stone cold. "Next time, maybe don’t act like a hero. You’re no good to me dead."

Logan looked at her as she cleaned the wound, noticing the way her lashes fluttered as she focused. "You’re really bad at thank-you speeches."

"And you’re really bad at staying alive."

They sat in silence for a moment... awkward, intense, and full of things neither of them dared say aloud.

Then the scent of cooked meat caught her attention.

Jean stood and turned the sticks again. "Great. Our first jungle meal is a damn snake. We’re really out here living the dream."

Logan buttoned his shirt back up and smirked. "Well, at least you got to see me shirtless. That must count as a win."

Jean didn’t even turn. "You mean lose."

He laughed and for a moment, it almost felt like they were somewhere normal.

The night air was damp and unforgiving, the aftermath of the storm still lingering in the wind. Their clothes, though slowly drying, still held the bite of the cold. The fire crackled softly, but it wasn’t enough. Not tonight.

Logan sat close, watching the flames flicker as droplets from the trees sizzled into smoke. Then he heard it—chkk chkk chkk—Jean’s teeth chattering.

He glanced sideways.

Her arms were wrapped around herself, shoulders hunched, lips trembling. She hadn’t complained once, but he could tell she was miserable.

Without thinking, Logan leaned toward her and gently rubbed her arms, trying to create friction and warmth.

Jean jolted up as if he’d shocked her, eyes narrowing into daggers. "What do you think you are doing?"

Logan held up his hands in defense. "Relax. You were freezing. I was just... helping."

"By sneaking up on me and touching me like that?" she snapped, brushing her arms like she wanted to erase his touch.

He sighed. "Jean, if I wanted to do anything inappropriate, you think I’d wait till your teeth were rattling out of your mouth?"

She scowled, but her lips quivered slightly... just a little.

"I don’t need your help," she muttered, stubbornly.

Logan looked at her for a second. Then leaned back with a small smirk. "Fine. Freeze."

A beat passed. Then two.

Another gust of wind hit them, sending goosebumps along her arms. She shot him a side glance.

He didn’t say a word... just waited.

Finally, with a dramatic sigh, Jean shifted closer to the fire. "If you must help... do it without being weird about it."

Logan raised a brow. "I’m never weird. You just make everything awkward."

"Kingsley."

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, carefully draping his arm around her shoulder. She tensed, then gradually relaxed against the side of his chest.

"I still don’t trust you," she murmured.

"Would be worried if you did."

They sat in silence for a while, huddled together for warmth, listening to the fire crackle and the waves crash softly in the distance.

Jean closed her eyes, not quite asleep, but no longer cold. Logan looked down at her for a moment and muttered under his breath, "Yeah... still a bad idea."

The fire had dwindled to glowing embers, casting soft light over the sand. The night air still hung heavy and cold, creeping beneath their damp clothes. Jean glanced sideways at Logan, whose arm was still loosely around her.

"You should go to sleep," she murmured, pulling away slightly.

Logan didn’t move. "What about you? How do you plan on sleeping?"

"I’ll manage," she said flatly, brushing sand off her arms and turning her back to him.

"Come on, Adams," he insisted. "Tell me so I can help you."

Jean sighed, clearly irritated. He wasn’t going to let her be until he got a real answer. Her eyes landed on his coat... the only thing on him that looked remotely warm and dry.

"Give me your coat," she said, pointing at it. "That looks warm enough."

Logan glanced down at his party coat. "Not fair, Jean."

She frowned. "I just asked one thing from you, Logan, and you can’t even give me that?"

He chuckled, amused by her glare. "That’s not how you ask for help. Besides, what’ll I do if you take my coat?"

"Freeze to death?" she said, deadpan.

Logan tilted his head. "Is that your sense of humor... or your wish?"

Jean didn’t answer, but her glare deepened. "You’re giving it to me or not?"

"Nope. Not gonna happen," Logan said with a smug grin. Then added, "But we can share it."

Jean raised a brow. "Share it how, exactly?"

Logan shrugged. "We lie down, open the coat, and both slide under. Like a blanket. You get your warmth, and I don’t freeze to death. Fair deal."

Jean looked at him skeptically, unsure if she should be furious or grateful. "You want me to sleep with you?"

"Technically," Logan said, lying back on the sand, "I want you to not die from hypothermia. And if I get to be the noble heat source in the process, so be it."

Jean narrowed her eyes. "Fine. But no funny business, Kingsley."

Logan smirked. "You wound me, Adams. I’m a gentleman."

She crawled beside him, and the two awkwardly adjusted the coat over them. Jean shivered again, her skin cold against the night air, but as they lay close... shoulders touching, breath mingling... the warmth started to return.

"Don’t hog the coat," she muttered.

"Don’t elbow me in your sleep," he returned.

They both lay silent for a moment.

Then Logan whispered, "Sweet dreams, Jean."

She didn’t reply but she didn’t move away either.

The night deepened, cloaking the island in near-total darkness. The faint crackle from the dying embers barely held off the chill in the air.

Jean lay stiffly under the coat, her back to Logan, desperately trying to keep her body from brushing against his.

She curled her knees tightly, arms wrapped around herself, doing everything in her power to preserve her own heat and her boundaries.

It wasn’t working.

Her teeth chattered softly again despite her efforts, and every breath she took was sharp and cold. She shifted slightly, trying to tuck the coat more securely around her shoulder but in doing so, her elbow grazed his chest.

She stilled immediately.

Logan didn’t say a word.

A few more shivers racked through her body, and she thought she could manage... just a little longer... until suddenly, she felt an arm wrap firmly around her waist.

"Logan..." she whispered, warning in her voice.

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