His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 127: Unnecessary News

Chapter 127- Unnecessary News

Tyler's POV

The entire sitting room was dead silent. None of us knew what to say.

What were we even expected to say?

Actually, scratch that. We weren't the ones being asked. Logan was. So, he should be the one answering, not me. I had nothing to say, and even if I did, I wasn't going to say a damn thing.

"Perhaps you should ask your house help why she didn't prepare lunch for me but was instead in her room..." Logan finally spoke.

I turned my head sharply, my eyes landing on the maid. She was shaking violently, her entire body trembling as if she'd just seen a ghost.

I thought Logan promised not to tell his dad about it. Then why the hell was he bringing it up now?

Oh, no.

I felt a pang of pity for her. She looked like her soul had left her body. Her face had gone completely pale, drained of all color, and the sheer terror in her eyes was enough to make anyone feel sorry for her.

She was terrified. No, beyond terrified.

I sighed under my breath. Ooooh wow...

"In her room doing what?" Logan's father arched a brow, his sharp eyes locking onto Logan.

"She was in her room listening to some annoying music and dancing to it... half-naked."

I snapped my head toward Logan, my mouth falling open.

"When I barged into her room, I was hungry and pissed off. I demanded that she get the hell out and go make me something to eat. I didn't even give her the chance to dress up or put anything on because, honestly, I was too mad to care." Logan's voice was smooth, steady—like he was telling the most normal, casual story in the world.

I knew I had called him a chronic liar before, but damn. If there was a word worse than chronic liar, that was what Logan was.

He didn't even flinch as he spoke. No hesitation. No nervousness. No guilt. Just pure, effortless lying.

The lies were flowing out of his mouth like a perfectly rehearsed speech.

I turned my gaze to the maid, expecting to see her panic worsening. But to my surprise, she actually looked calmer.

Wait... was she relieved?

It was like all her fear vanished the moment Logan started lying through his teeth.

She should probably get down on her knees and thank him later because, whether she knew it or not, he had just saved her ass.

Logan's father, however, was still watching her with suspicion. "Then why is she here, in the sitting room? Shouldn't she be in the kitchen preparing something?"

I rolled my eyes internally. Can't this man just let it go and move on?

Why so many questions?

And now, it all made sense. Why Logan was such a damn good liar. Why he never stopped at just one lie.

Because his father never stopped at just one question.

Logan had no choice but to match him lie for lie.

And I was willing to bet that if this conversation dragged on any longer, Logan would keep lying. And lying. And lying.

"Probably because I haven't answered her yet," Logan shrugged. "She asked me what she should prepare, but I was too busy listening to Tyler and this lady that just can't seem to stop following him everywhere. I forgot to tell the maid what to cook. But since you're back..." he trailed off before turning to the maid. "You can go ahead and prepare something we'd both like."

The maid didn't waste a single second. She spun around so fast she almost tripped and disappeared into the kitchen without looking back.

She knew better than to wait around.

Logan's father finally nodded, seeming satisfied at last. He turned and started walking toward the staircase.

I almost sighed in relief. Finally.

But just when I thought we were in the clear, he stopped halfway up the stairs and glanced back at Logan.

"Logan, why aren't you playing football anymore?" His voice was casual. "I thought you were the captain of the team. Why did you stop?"

Now that was a good question.

I turned to Logan, suddenly curious myself.

"Probably because I decided to take a break," Logan said smoothly. "Or do I need to ask your permission before I take a break like a normal person?"

His father shook his head. "I never said what you did was wrong. I just needed to know. Your football coach spoke to me—he said the team hasn't seen you in a few days, and they're worried. So, I decided to ask what's going on."

Logan scoffed. "Tell him to stop monitoring my life. If he really needs a captain for the football team, he should find another one himself. I'll return to practice when I feel like it."

Logan's father nodded, not saying another word as he continued up the stairs.

The moment he was out of sight, Logan let out a frustrated sigh and turned to us. "Great. Just great. I was this close to telling my dad I wasn't interested in the trip. But nooo, now that he saw you two in my house, I had to lie and say I'd be going." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed. "So congratulations. Thanks to you both, I'm stuck with them."

Me and Naomi just stared at him. We didn't say sorry. We didn't even pretend to care.

At this point, we were both exhausted from the endless complaints. I was especially tired of the sorries and the apologies—they were getting on my damn nerves.

He should just let us leave already.

I had a comfortable bed waiting for me at home, and a relaxing sleep I was robbed of because someone—cough Naomi—begged me to follow her here.

And yes, I know I've said that a million times, but I'm going to keep saying it until Logan finally lets us go.

Logan crossed his arms, his gaze flickering between me and Naomi. "Since I'm now being forced to go on this trip—this good-for-nothing trip that the school decided to host—just know that I'm going to make both of your lives miserable." His voice dropped slightly, a sinister edge creeping into it. "You especially, Tyler."

I raised a brow, unimpressed.

"From one punishment to another, I'm not going to give either of you a single second of peace. So go ahead, get ready for it."

"Now you can—"

Logan didn't even get to finish his sentence before Naomi and I exchanged a look and bolted for the door.

I didn't care what else he had to say.

I didn't care if Naomi was listening.

I sure as hell wasn't listening.

He could take whatever he wanted to say and shove it exactly where the sun doesn't shine, because I genuinely, honestly, truly did not give a single damn.

The second we stepped outside, the cool, fresh air hit me, and I finally let out the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

Now this—this was what freedom felt like.

I started walking toward my car, not sparing Naomi a glance.

At this point, I wasn't even mad at Logan anymore.

I was mad at her.

She was the reason I got dragged into this mess. The reason I had to sit through Logan's never-ending complaints. The reason I lost precious hours of sleep.

I opened the car door and got in, and Naomi did the same.

She didn't say a word.

Good.

I actually preferred this side of Naomi—the silent side. The side that wasn't constantly nagging or begging or getting me into trouble.

I turned on the car, zoned out, and drove off.

The ride home was... quiet.

Too quiet.

So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

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And honestly?

I loved it.

For once, no one was talking my ears off. No annoying voices. No unnecessary conversations. Just peace.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached my house.

I stepped out, locking the car behind me, and Naomi did the same.

To my absolute delight, she didn't even try to follow me inside—she went straight to her house instead.

I couldn't explain how relieved I was.

At least I'd get some peace now.

I walked inside and saw my mom sitting on the couch. The moment she laid eyes on me, she stood up with a bright smile and immediately pulled me into a hug.

I sighed. "Mom, why are you overreacting? I just went out for a while."

She didn't say anything, just held on to me like she was waiting for something.

And then it clicked.

I pulled away slightly and narrowed my eyes. "If you're hugging me because you want me to say something about you and that man who came over earlier... don't bother. I have nothing to say."

Her expression didn't change, but I could tell she was amused.

I ran a hand down my face, exhaling tiredly. "Look, today has been long. Very long. And I need rest. So if you don't mind, I'm going to my room now."

She finally nodded, stepping aside to let me pass.

But just as I was about to head upstairs, she spoke.

"It wasn't about the man," she said softly.

I paused.

"I know you'll ask me about him one day," she continued. "But that's not why I hugged you. I hugged you because I have some information for you."

I frowned. "Information?"

She nodded. "Check your trouser pocket when you get inside. The information is there. And don't forget to settle down before reading it."

I raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because if you miss even one line..." She gave me a pointed look. "You'll miss everything."

I stared at her, confused.

Then she smiled slightly. "And a little sneak peek?" She leaned in just a little. "It's about our plan... our plan to run away."