The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
That’s when it happened.
Thump.
A dull sound came from the direction of the front door.
In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned toward it. She thought it might be her imagination.
After all, they’d heard the storm battering the house countless times already.
But this time was different.
Thump.
This time it was closer. It sounded as though someone had crashed against the door.
“I, I think there’s someone at the door.”
Jack, holding the binoculars, was the first to react. It was Charlotte who sprang from her seat and rushed toward the front entrance.
Charlotte was a woman with an instinctive habit of acting first.
She was sharp enough, but she preferred the simplicity of action to overthinking—a born doer.
She grabbed the handle and pressed her ear against the door for a moment.
Breathing—
Very faintly, rough breathing could be heard.
“It’s someone.”
Charlotte didn’t simply yank the door open.
She turned the handle only slightly to create a crack, then shoved hard with her shoulder.
At first it wouldn’t budge, frozen solid—
Crack! Thump!
She succeeded in shattering the ice with sheer force and pushing the door wide.
Jack and Brian let out involuntary gasps at the sight.
Bitter wind and snow swirled into the room. Through the white flurry, a dark silhouette emerged.
Logan came in first, and in his arms lay a woman.
Limp silver hair, eyes and frost-dampened coat, a face drained of all color. It was Eve.
“Eve!!”
Charlotte’s cry of shock coincided with Nathan coming in behind, and Vincent entering with Marcus’s support.
But none of them looked right.
No one dared speak first.
Charlotte’s trembling eyes fixed on Eve, who lay with her eyes closed in Logan’s arms.
What on earth was going on?
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Marcus sat on the first-floor sofa of Eve House, pressing his fingertips against his throbbing temples.
After bringing Eve inside, Logan had gone upstairs to Eve’s room, closed the door, and hadn’t come back down.
The blizzard had ended and the outside temperature had returned to normal, but the atmosphere in Dotori Village remained tense as thin ice.
It was all because of Logan.
He seemed determined not to leave Eve’s room.
Vincent had given up one of the third-floor bedrooms, and Aiden and Brian tended to him. Jack, who possessed some medical knowledge, had gone to check on him from time to time.
Charlotte and Nathan worked in silence in the kitchen, making candles. No one dared broach the subject of what had happened to Eve.
“Hey, Jack. Did you find out anything?”
At Marcus’s call, Jack, who had been hovering on the stairs, hurried over.
“I knocked on the Duchess’s bedchamber, and the Duke came out and fixed me with such a murderous glare I thought he’d kill me.”
Shuffle. Shuffle.
While Jack was still recounting his story, someone came down from the upper stairs.
Marcus bolted to his feet.
He’d thought it might be Eve, but the figure that appeared was a gaunt Logan.
Marcus, Jack, and even Charlotte all stopped what they were doing and looked at him in unison.
Logan was dressed in an immaculate military uniform with his boots laced tight—the very picture of a man ready to march into battle at any moment.
He swept his gaze across the first floor.
The interior of the manor bore the deep gouges of savage wind and murderous cold, scattered and desolate like ruins.
But even so, compared to the other houses in the village, the damage was relatively minor.
“How is Eve?”
At Marcus’s question, Logan didn’t answer. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen.
Charlotte, who was skilled not only in physical labor but also in clever handiwork, was there with Nathan making candles.
Her hands worked on the candles, but her ears were tuned entirely to the situation in the living room.
With her ears perked up, listening intently, she and Nathan jumped at Logan’s sudden appearance.
Regardless, he collected a fresh water bucket and a cup, then left the kitchen again.
Logan came to a stop before Jack Harper.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d examine my wife’s condition.”
It was phrased as a request, but it was unmistakably a command. Refusal would mean Logan throwing Jack out of the village on the spot—she could feel the suffocating weight of that threat.
Jack nodded with a dazed expression and followed Logan up the stairs.
Marcus, watching all of this unfold, sipped his tea with a troubled face.
He’d known to some extent that Logan had changed. He’d glimpsed it dimly even before the disaster struck.
When Eve suddenly took a leave from the Academy, Logan followed suit, withdrawing from his studies and enlisting in the Navy.
It must have been around then. When Logan began to look like a different person.
The model student who’d always seemed so earnest transformed in that instant—as though someone else were wearing his skin.
He hadn’t understood why at the time. What on earth was that man doing?
“I knew the Everhart Family was about to be buried in debt, but I couldn’t stop it. There’s definitely someone pulling the strings.”
Marcus had overheard Logan say this to his aide Nathan on the eve of their marriage registration.
As Marcus recalled Logan’s words, his eyes widened—round as lanterns.
‘Wait. What did that man say at the front gate of Rosebrook Naval Base?’
Marcus’s face darkened as he rested his chin in his hand.
“Julian ran off with the Frost Heart! Eve Lania Everhart! You can solve this! You can save us! You can save us!!! Damn it!!”
Yes. That was it.
If that was the case, then perhaps the reason the Everhart Family had been so suddenly devastated was the Frost Heart.
But then—who? From whom did Julian steal the Frost Heart, and who was that person who wiped out the entire Everhart Family?
The Naval Corps? Captain Russell?
For now, that hypothesis seemed the most credible.
But if the Naval Corps and Captain Russell were behind it, a man of Logan’s power and resources couldn’t possibly have failed to uncover them.
Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling that some far greater conspiracy was entwined with Eve.
Thud. Thud.
Jack came down the stairs just then.
Charlotte and Nathan set down the candles they’d been holding and hurried toward the foot of the stairs.
“How is Eve?”
“Is the Lady well?”
“Fortunately, she is finding her way to stability.”
At Jack’s response, Marcus finally let out a breath of relief.
He wasn’t the only one. Charlotte and Nathan collapsed into their seats at the same moment, their legs giving out beneath them.
Thud-thud.
This time Logan came down the stairs—except his arms were full of blankets, curtains, and all manner of laundry.
“What are you doing?”
Marcus rose from his seat and walked toward the entrance.
Logan had already rushed out of the mansion.
“Sir, Your Grace!”
“Logan! What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
Logan stopped, irritated. He turned to face those who’d chased after him, his brow furrowing.
“Laundry.”
“What?”
They asked in bewilderment, but Logan didn’t answer. He turned his back without a word—that cruel silhouette still belonged to no one but Eve. It was cold to everyone else.
Nathan rushed forward, overtaking Marcus.
“Please allow me! I shall do it!”
“Step aside. Anything that touches Eve’s skin will be done by me.”
Logan said this to Nathan and set the laundry down in front of the Greenhouse door.
The blizzard had passed and the temperature was rising again, but it hadn’t yet returned to normal.
Looking at the thermometer attached to the Greenhouse door, it read around minus twenty degrees.
The snow in front of the Greenhouse had partially melted. It was melting at a remarkable pace.
But the normal temperature inside Dotori Village should have been around minus ten degrees. This was no time to be thinking of the old Dotori Village.
Still, Logan paid no mind. He lined up several large washbasins in front of the door, dunked the laundry into them, poured water, added soap, and began stripping off his own clothes.
“Good heavens! Your Grace, what are you doing!”
Nathan rushed forward in panic and grabbed at Logan’s clothes. Logan’s brow twisted.
“I told you to step aside.”
He brushed Nathan’s hand away. The force was so strong that Nathan tumbled ungracefully to the ground.
Logan simply went on undressing. Once he’d removed even his military boots, he stood in nothing but trousers and shirt, beginning to hand-wash the clothes.
In minus twenty-degree weather. He would surely contract frostbite.
“…That madman.”
Charlotte murmured, watching the scene unfold. Marcus added his own observation.
“More like a madman devoted entirely to Eve. That’s the only kind of madness he suffers from.”

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