Chapter 145

This question seemed quite unreasonable.

Summer didn't need to cling to him anymore, so she no longer worried about her tone and choice of words. She said bluntly, "You were the one pretending not to know me first."

Logan thought for a moment about what she was referring to.

There was nothing else, probably just the time outside the bookstore two days ago.

So he answered, "I wasn't pretending."

Summer thought about his question earlier about her face and decided not to continue this topic.

She maintained her tone and said, "Didn't you always find me annoying, always wanting me to stay away from you, to keep my distance? Now that I'm pretending not to know you and won't bother you anymore, isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Logan watched Summer take a deep breath.

Yes, he indeed thought that staying like strangers was the best.

When she got too close to him, he wanted to push her away, to keep her distant.

He didn't want to have any emotional involvement with anyone.

He felt no emotions and didn't believe in feelings.

But now that she was really not around, he felt like something was missing inside.

In the countryside, although she kept her distance from him, they couldn't avoid each other because of work and daily life, so it wasn't too obvious.

But after returning to the city, since she stopped coming to see him, he felt a strong discomfort inside.

He could have suppressed it.

But after seeing her last night, it seemed he couldn't anymore.

After class, he wanted to go straight home, but ended up coming back.

Since he was back.

He didn't plan to suppress it any longer.

He looked at Summer and asked, "So, is it because of this?"

Summer replied again, "What else could it be? Don't think I really have no shame; I have my pride and temper. I won't bother you anymore."

Logan moved closer to her, staring into her eyes, and lowered his voice, "Really? Is it because of your pride and temper, or because you don't need me anymore?"

"!"

Summer's heart skipped a beat, a guilty look flashed in her eyes.

She instinctively held her breath, looking at Logan, thinking - does he know something?

Logan continued to stare at her for a while.

In the moonlight, he saw the guilt in her eyes and naturally saw the correct answer.

Summer steadied herself for a moment, then replied, "Of course, it's because of my temper!"

Logan smiled at her, then suddenly picked up a book and showed her the title, saying, "Will this book help you calm down?"

The book was the review guide Summer had been looking for recently.

She stared at the cover for a while, then looked at Logan, cautiously asking, "What do you want?"

First, he came to find her, then he offered her the book to calm her down.

This was unlike Logan at all.

Logan directly reached for her backpack, opened it, and put the review guide inside, saying, "If I really found you annoying, I wouldn't let you hang around. I haven't had friends except for play-acting; I don't know how to make friends either..."

He closed her backpack and looked into her eyes, "Can you teach me?"

Summer's heart skipped a beat again.

Did he mean he always considered her a friend and now wanted to continue being friends?

No.

He always hated making friends and getting emotionally involved.

She couldn't let him fool her; he was the best at acting.

Thinking this, Summer steadied her heartbeat and quickly answered, "I'll think about it."

After saying that, she didn't plan to say more and started to leave with her bike.

But before she could take a second step, Logan reached out and grabbed the bike handle, stopping her.

Summer had to stop.

She couldn't help but feel nervous again and turned to ask, "What now?"

Logan held onto her bike without letting go.

Looking at her, he said, "It's too late. It's not safe for a girl to be out alone. I'll walk you home."

Summer felt that having him walk her home was scarier than walking alone at night.

His sudden unsolicited kindness made her uneasy.

So she quickly refused, "No need... I ride fast... I'll be home in no time..."

Logan still didn't let go.

He moved closer to her, lowering his voice with a creepy tone, "Haven't you heard about the Old Bridge Mugger?"

Summer's nerves tightened.

Of course, she had heard of him. The Old Bridge Mugger had been assaulting and robbing women since '72, always announcing himself as the "Old Bridge Mugger" during his crimes.

She held her breath, looking at Logan, "Wasn't that a long time ago? And it was in the countryside."

Logan said, "He started in '72, his crime range has been expanding, and he hasn't been caught yet. He hasn't stopped either; over two hundred people have fallen victim to him."

As he spoke, he naturally took the bike handle from Summer's hand.

Then he got on the bike, turned to Summer, "Hop on."

"…"

Summer clutched her bag straps, really wanting to kick him.

She wasn't scared riding home alone last night, feeling the city's security was good, but now, she wouldn't dare walk at night anymore.

After a moment of staring at Logan, Summer moved to the back of the bike, stepped onto the footrests, and sat down.

Logan pedaled the bike, asking her, "Where do you live?"

Summer answered, "8 Fairy Street."

Sitting on the back seat, Summer naturally kept her distance from Logan, holding onto the bike frame.

The night wind was cold on her face, so she hid her head behind Logan.