Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 22-3

Danielle and David paid Audrey no further attention. Once breakfast was over, they left for St. Katherine’s Hospital to visit Logan.

As the car rolled toward the hospital, Danielle seemed lost in thought. David’s deep, steady voice broke the silence. "I got you a little treat."

Danielle glanced over and saw him holding her favorite strawberry cupcake. She smiled faintly but said, "Thanks, but I’m not hungry right now."

"You can save it for later," David replied, his voice warm but firm.

Danielle nodded and turned to look out the window. The rest of the drive passed in comfortable silence, with David occasionally glancing at her.

When they arrived at the hospital, Nathan, David’s assistant, spoke up. "Mr. Charrington, we’re here. You two can head up first. I’ll bring the gifts."

"Alright." David nodded, preparing to leave.

As Nathan was about to get out to fetch the gifts, Danielle interjected, "No need. I already brought a gift."

Both Nathan and David looked at her in surprise. David glanced at the small backpack slung over her shoulder, wondering what she could possibly have prepared.

"Mr. Charrington, are you sure we shouldn’t bring up the gifts we arranged?" Nathan asked, still puzzled.

David shook his head. "No need." If Danielle said she’d got it covered, he would trust her.

As they walked through the hospital, their striking appearances caught the attention of nearly everyone they passed.

At the nurses’ station, the nurse on duty greeted David with a polite smile. "Good morning, Mr. Charrington."

David gave a curt nod. "Morning."

When they entered Logan’s room, his face lit up. He had waited all day for this moment.

"Good morning, Grandpa. Danielle and I are here to see you," David said, his voice low and steady.

Logan’s eyes immediately shifted past David, focusing entirely on Danielle. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he took in her lively expression.

"Danielle, thank you for saving my life," Logan said warmly.

Danielle blushed slightly, and David’s lips curled into a smile. "You’re welcome, Mr. Logan Charrington. Nice to meet you," she said politely.

Logan chuckled, waving a hand. "No need for formalities. You’re David’s fiancée now; that makes you family. Honestly, if it weren’t for you, David would’ve stayed a bachelor forever."

Woody, standing nearby, tried to stifle his surprise. ’Oh, Logan, take it easy. If you keep roasting David like this, you might scare her off, he thought.