Next One Is a Babe

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Mr. Hunt smilingly commented, “Young people lack foresight, so it’s understandable. It’s par for the course.”

Logan didn’t feel that he’d done anything wrong. There were two plates of steamed prawns on the table, so he moved one of them right before Lola. “I was a touch embarrassed to do this earlier, but now that everything is on the table, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about anymore. Here, this is all yours, Lola.”

Lola truly admired his level of shamelessness. They’ve already mocked him that much, yet he can still be so brazen in his speech.

At the side, Mrs. Hunt couldn’t quite stop laughing. “I never knew that Logan’s so hilarious!”

Old Mr. Jefferson harrumphed. “You think he’s hilarious, but I feel like beating him to death!”

Not at all bothered, Logan peeled two prawns for Lola and placed them into her bowl. “You don’t need to bother about them. They’re just jealous.” His voice was exceedingly tender.

Failing to stifle her laughter, Lola guffawed. Jealous? The thing is, what could these people at the dinner table be jealous of?

At this time, the usually taciturn Lysa giggled as well. “Logan’s mental fortitude is particularly strong. He has a set of personal standards, and he doesn’t care whatever people may say. I think such a spirit is quite valuable.” As this remark fell, one couldn’t tell for certain whether it was a compliment or scorn.

Logan nodded, looking all proud to have received a compliment. “Therefore, all of you have to learn from me. Got it? You’ve got to strengthen yourself mentally every day. Look at me. No one can hurt me.” He was actually right, for he was both mentally and physically strong, so it was indeed true that no one could hurt him.

After the bout of laughter, everyone started eating. It was a joyous occasion today, so all the men at the table indulged.

The kitchens prepared freshly-made grape juice for Lola, claiming that it had an antiemetic effect. The Jeffersons truly care a lot for me! In a good mood, her appetite was likewise great, and she ate more than usual.

Although Logan was clinking glasses beside her, the focus of his attention had always been centered on her. The moment she turned to get to her feet, he swiftly asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Lola patted him gently. “I’m fine. I’m just going to the washroom.”

Logan’s worry wasn’t an act at all, and Mrs. Hunt saw it plain as day at the side. Lola ate a lot, yet she was also quick, so she was already full while the others were still eating as they chatted. She languidly made her way to the refrigerator in the kitchen. After a moment’s contemplation, she rummaged in the freezer.

Logan had been keeping an eye on her out of his peripheral vision, so he instantly sprang up when he noticed her opening the freezer. Without even saying a single word to the others, he strode toward the kitchen. His movement was so sudden that everyone around him was shocked.