His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 186: He Knows About Lucas

Chapter 186- He knows about Lucas

TYLER’S POV

"Uhm... uhm... umh," Logan stamred, his voice shaky as hell.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Dad," he finally said, trying to act clueless.

anwhile, I was sweating like crazy. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, soaking my shirt. My palms were wet. My legs? Shaky. I felt like sitting down right there on the floor and just crying.

If only that damn maid hadn’t called Logan down earlier.

If she had just waited one more minute—just one!—he would have had ti to freshen up, change his clothes, maybe cover up the sll. But no, she had to open her big mouth and say, "Your dad wants to see you imdiately."

Why? Why now? Why so fast?

She caused this. She caused this whole ss that could’ve been avoided. Easily!

"F*ck," I muttered under my breath, teeth clenched. I couldn’t even say anything louder. I was too shocked, too frozen, too ssed up in the head to even move my lips properly.

What the hell was I supposed to say in a mont like this?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

This wasn’t my question to answer anyway. I wasn’t the one being interrogated. Not yet. The question was for Logan. So he should be the one to carry this heat. When it’s my turn—God forbid—it gets to my turn, I’d figure out sothing then. For now? I was just the sweating background character in Logan’s cri drama.

I looked at Logan again.

He looked worse than before. He was pale before, yes—but now? It was like even the ghost inside him had left. He looked sick. Like he was about to throw up. Or maybe pass out.

Then I saw him swallow. Hard.

C’mon Logan. You’re a good liar. I know you are. I’ve seen you twist words and wear a straight face like a mask. You’ve lied before and gotten away with it. So do it now. Lie your way out of this. Show your dad what you’re made of.

Because if you can’t save us from this right now, we’re dood. We’ll be stuck in this ss forever. And there’ll be no way out.

He finally cleared his throat.

"So, Dad," he began, voice steadying just a little. "As you heard Tyler say earlier—he didn’t know if it was the left or right room."

He paused and looked his father straight in the eye.

"Which ans... it wasn’t my room."

I held my breath.

Smart move. Quick thinking. Maybe—just maybe—it would work.

But his dad wasn’t a fool.

"But," Mr. Lucian replied calmly, "he just said it was your room. He literally told that."

Logan didn’t blink.

"He said he thought it was my room. But he also said he wasn’t sure if it was on the left or right. That right there already shows confusion, doesn’t it?" Logan replied smoothly.

"And Dad, like I said before, Tyler doesn’t know what my room looks like. He’s never been here before. I could’ve taken him to any random room and told him it was mine, and he’d believe it. We have seven rooms in this house. Seven! I could’ve taken him to Room 5, told him it was mine, and he wouldn’t know the difference."

He spread his arms slightly like he was trying to prove a point. "So just because he thought it was my room... doesn’t an it actually was."

He said that to his father, but from the look on Mr. Lucian’s face, it was clear he wasn’t buying any of it.

"So, Tyler..." he turned to slowly, his eyes calm but sharp, "would you mind showing us what room you spent the night in?"

The mont he said that, I froze. Literally.

My brain stopped working. My legs felt weak. My mouth went dry.

What room?

What room was I supposed to show him? The actual room Logan and I were in last night? That would an I’d be confirming everything he already suspected.

I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t my fight. Why was I being dragged into a conversation that should be between a father and his son? Why involve ? They should sort their drama themselves and leave out of it because if they kept pushing , I was going to ss everything up.

I looked at Logan quickly, hoping he’d step in—but he was too quiet. Still pale. Still frozen.

So I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, even though I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Sir Lucian," I began, trying to sound confident even though my voice was shaky, "just like Logan already said, I honestly didn’t know what room I slept in. I thought it was Logan’s room because there were male clothes in the closet, and the bed was big. It felt like soone stayed there, so... I just assud it was his."

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.

"And... sir," I added slowly, "Logan didn’t spend the night with , if that’s what you’re thinking. We didn’t sleep together or do anything like that. So if you’re wondering why he slled a certain way earlier—it wasn’t because of ."

My voice cracked a little, but I pushed through.

"If you doubt , I an, I can co closer. You can check for yourself. I don’t sll like sex or... anything dirty," I said, biting my lip. "I was soaked in rain last night. I was freezing, and Logan helped . He took into a room—I don’t know whose room it was—and he gave dry clothes. That was all. That’s where I slept."

I paused and added quickly, "I don’t even know if he ca back later or brought soone else into that room. Maybe that’s where the sll ca from. But I swear to you, nothing happened between us."

For a second, there was silence.

Then Mr. Lucian stepped closer, looked straight into my eyes, and said sothing that made my stomach twist.

"You know, Tyler," he said in a calm voice, "you can just tell the truth. If you and Logan did sothing intimate last night—anything at all—I won’t be angry with you. I an it."

I blinked.

What?

He wasn’t mad?

"I’m an advocate for my son’s choices," he continued. "I’ll never stand against him for being who he is. I’ve always known he wasn’t straight. Honestly, if you told you were with him last night, I wouldn’t be shocked or even disappointed."

I swallowed hard, still not saying anything.

"But," he added, and that’s when it started to feel like a trap, "the only thing that would upset is that Logan lied. That’s what I can’t stand."

Was he really okay with it... or was he just setting us up?

Even though I wanted to believe him... Even though he said he wouldn’t be mad...

It still felt like a trap.

The way he talked. The way he looked at . The way he acted like he was okay with everything. I didn’t trust it.

I an, what if I told him the truth and he suddenly snapped?

What if he turned around and threw Logan out?

What if he hated ?

No, I couldn’t take that risk. I had to protect Logan. I had to protect myself. Even if it ant lying straight to his father’s face.

So I took a deep breath and kept my expression calm.

"I honestly understand what you’re saying, sir," I said carefully. "But I’m telling you the truth—nothing happened between and Logan. Nothing."

I said it again just to be sure he heard .

"Nothing."

"I was in the room Logan gave to sleep in," I continued. "And I stayed there the whole night. I didn’t leave that room once—not even for a second—until I heard shouting coming from outside and ca out."

I looked straight at him, hoping he’d just accept it.

"So apart from that," I added, "I don’t know anything else. I don’t know if Logan brought soone into another room. I don’t know if it was a woman or a man. I just don’t know."

And that was the safest answer. Because at least if he believed Logan brought a girl instead of a guy, maybe he’d let it go.

I an, it’s not like being with a guy is a bad thing. Everyone has a right to love who they love. But I’ve heard rumors—whispers around the house. People said Logan’s father doesn’t joke with that kind of thing. That if you’re not straight, you’re out of his house. Cut off. Gone.

And I wasn’t about to be the reason Logan lost everything.

So I lied.

"Okay then," Mr. Lucian said finally, nodding slowly. "If you insist."

I nodded back, pretending like everything was fine. But I knew he didn’t believe .

I didn’t care anymore.

This wasn’t my fight. Let him deal with Logan.

He turned back to his son.

"Logan, son," he called out.

I held my breath.

"If you’re saying Tyler didn’t sleep in your room, then why is he wearing your clothes?"

My heart skipped.

Crap.

"This shirt he’s wearing right now—you wore it three days ago. I rember it clearly," his father said. "So are you trying to tell you went to a random room that you claim wasn’t yours, and instead of using the clothes already in that room, you went all the way to your room to get your own clothes... and gave them to him?"

"What do you have to say about that?" he asked.

My mouth opened, but nothing ca out.

He turned to Logan again.

"Like I said before, Logan... there’s no harm in telling the truth. If you and Tyler had sothing, just say it. I won’t be angry."

He took a step closer.

"But if you keep lying to , then you should know I already found out about you and Lucas."

I stiffened.

What?

He knows about Lucas?

"That alone tells enough. I know you’re not straight, Logan. And I’m not blind."