Evelyn took steady breaths as the helicopter began to rise steadily on the ground. Logan who seemed to notice casually placed his hands on hers as he glanced through his phone not bothering to stare at her while she barely contained her smile at his obviously considerate actions. This made the ride bearable and soon they landed at Paris, the city of love, where the Eiffel tower could be seen. Logan was the first to get down, then stretched his hands out to assist her in getting down and she gladly took it. As she stepped down she wished she could bury herself under a rock. Their was almost 50 servants lined up to welcome them because it wasn't everyday their Young Master comes to Paris. Evelyn on the other hand was painfully aware that she held Logan's hands as their eyes bored into her making her feel quite uncomfortable and wanting to remove her hand but it was held firmly by Logan who acted oblivious to their probing gazes. The servants were shocked to the bones. 'Their young master who had a strange illness that made it impossible for people to touch him was actually holding someone! Is the world coming to an end already?'they all thought as they stared at their interlocked hands as if to bore a deep hole in it. Logan noticed her shyness and frowned in annoyance. "If you all hate having eyes please keep looking" he said and they all looked down immediately, chorusing an apology. Evelyn breath a sigh of relief, feeling free from their watchful gazes. "Where are we going to now?"she asked and he replied with a "You'll see" leaving her in suspense as a black Audi R8 pulled over before them. Sawyer respectfully opened the door to usher them in. They got in and the car sped off into the night. After a comfortable ride that still had her seating at a far corner, they finally arrived at Restaurant etoile. Evelyn was starstruck! Star's restaurant wasn't just any type of restaurant at all. It was one of the top international restaurants in the world far better than Miami's restaurant and to book a reservation you can spend 10 years as they only serve 60 dishes a year. To get a reservation this early, you can either know the owner or be extremely lucky. Logan got down and remembered to help her down also and they walked hand in hand to the restaurant. As they walked in, the manager came to personally greet them and lead her to a secluded room. As they settled down, they placed their order with her allowing him place hers. The waiter who came to take her order had a very nasty attitude to Evelyn. The waiter liked Logan at first sight and seeing his attention towards her made her jealous. "What would you like to order?"she asked Logan with a smile while the latter didn't even turn to face her. "Order for me" I told him. "Okay then, I'll like a cassoulet and two bottles of red wine and for the lady a bouillabaisse, ratatouille, macarons, baguette Avec fromage and for dessert profiteroles" he ordered excellently, the names of the french dishes roling off his tongue beautifully like it was his mother's tongue. She took orders with a snappy attitude and a frown. As she arrived with their food,the waitress seemed to glare daggers at her and Evelyn who didn't back down either stared coldly at her making her throat run dry and she quickly advert her gaze. "Is that all you need?"she asked Logan with a slutty smile. Logan looked irritated at her voice and he waved his hands shooing her away like a fly. Evelyn couldn't help but laugh slightly seeing this and her face grew red in embarrassment. Logan who noticed this smirked slightly as he picked up his cutlery to eat completely ignoring the very existence of the waitress. "Let me assist you in pouring the wine" she said. "No need" Evelyn was quick to rebuke her. "I insist" she said with gritted voice and as she poured she attempted to accidentally pour a drink on Logan but Evelyn saw this and slapped the cup back at her, spilling the drink at her. "Aaaaah!"she screamed exaggeratingly like it was acid poured on her. She surprisingly clingy into Logan to seek refuge but he pushed her away in disgust. "Get out!"he shouted at her and she ran away bursting into tears. Logan crouched on the floor in pain?. His skin turned frighten lying purple with his veins popping out. He seemed to have a hard time breathing but above all he seemed vulnerable. Yes, vulnerable was the right word. Logan Smith was vulnerable because of a touch!