The Tangled Web of Logan and Ethan Chapter 13

My retina hadn't recovered from the continuous flashes of passion when my right hand was suddenly grasped by a larger hand and slowly led forward.The word "struck by thunder" is not enough to describe my shock. My hand couldn't help but tremble, as if it was the aftereffect of being struck by thunder.The sound of my heartbeat filled my eardrums, and the tip of my nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers. I stared at Logan Summers's back and followed him closely. Suddenly, I tripped and stumbled onto his arms.Song Boluo was pushed forward by my momentum. Impatience was evident on his face, but he had to consider the looks from people around him, so he could only give me a helpless fake smile."Be careful, don't fall." He waited for me to stand up, then took my hand again, "Walk slowly, I'll hold your hand."I was not used to him being so gentle all of a sudden.I started thinking back to my wedding day.I still remember that day, he held my hand, leaned close to my ear and said with a smile in a seemingly intimate manner, it was all fake anyway.

I stopped thinking about this and felt much more sober.We followed the dean to visit the cafeteria, classrooms, children's dormitories, and a library.Logan Summers often asked the dean about the children's food, clothing and daily expenses. His attitude was humble and polite, and his conversation was generous and appropriate. His performance along the way could serve as an excellent example of a modern chaebol heir.It seems that his bad temper depends on the situation and the person he is with.Song Bailao talked about buying new winter quilts for every child in the academy, renovating the aging teaching building, donating 2,000 books, and subsidizing the academy's food expenses every month. The photographer next to him couldn't stop pressing the shutter, and his companion held a recorder in his hand, wondering if he would compile it into a press release when he got back.

I was gradually pushed aside and stood with the staff holding flowers.Perhaps this is the position that suits me, watching the "protagonist" shine from afar and acting as an insignificant passerby.Suddenly, a girl's scream on the playground nearby attracted everyone's attention.The person who had such a good voice was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with half-long hair draped over her shoulders. She pointed at another boy of about ten years old not far away with an angry look on her face: "Give me back my hairband!"The boy made a face to get beaten, and raised the pink hairband hanging between his fingers provocatively: "No, no!"In the blink of an eye, a figure with a speed in sharp contrast to its size rushed over from the other side of the playground and knocked the boy to the ground as easily as a sumo wrestler.

There was a "bang" and the ground was covered with dust. The two boys wrestled with each other."Brother!" The girl rushed over to support him."What are you doing! Separate them!" The adults finally started to take measures and several teachers rushed forward."I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I made you embarrassed..." The dean's smile was a little stiff.Song Bailao waved his hands, indicating that he didn't mind: "It's inevitable for children."The dean sighed and said, "Yes, it's really hard to manage children of this age who tease cats and dogs all day long.""I also have a child, but he is only five years old. He is not old enough to worry about." Song Boluo just casually responded, but he didn't expect to dig a hole for himself."Ah, with your excellent genes, this child will definitely be very good and lovely, and won't be as troublesome as these naughty monkeys in our yard."The dean probably didn't do enough homework, and his flattery hit the wrong horse. Logan Summers's expression froze visibly for a moment, and I almost thought he was going to get angry, but he just held back. But after that, he obviously spoke less, mainly listening, nodding in response from time to time.An hour later, we got back in the car and successfully completed the trip to the orphanage.

As soon as Song Boluo closed the car door, he let out a long breath from his chest, then loosened his tie, unfastened his bite guard, opened the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey, looking completely relieved from the pressure.I looked out the car window, my eyes lingering on the two little figures standing in the playground, and I couldn't help wondering... Would Youyou also fight with others? Would he think that I abandoned him? Would he hate me? Does he really... want to know about his other father?His father..."What are you looking at?"I was startled and turned around: "No, I was thinking of something in the past."Logan Summers looked past me and in the direction I had just looked."I remember you and Lucas Hayes had a good relationship before?" He leaned back comfortably and gently shook the ice in the glass. "He even stood up for you."It is true.The endless malicious bullying in my freshman year of high school finally stopped thanks to Lucas Hayes’s intervention, but it wasn’t because of our good relationship. This is a multiple-choice question. If he wants to maintain his image as a "good brother", he can't ignore the bruises on my face.