Hearing the voice, Evelyn widened her eyes, her neck awkwardly following the direction of the sound, and the person who ca into view made her swoon.
At this mont, Logan Shaw was standing just one ter away from her, so tall, so radiant.
Between them was a thick cent floor. If she walked over, she wouldn’t fall. As long as she walked over, she could get close to the big brother she had always wanted to et!
But her legs felt like they were filled with lead, no matter how hard she tried to move forward, she couldn’t take a single step.
The big brother was talking to her!
But why did his tone sound like he didn’t recognize her at all?
Could it be that he hadn’t even looked at her photos all these years?
What expression would he have if he knew her na was Evelyn Morgan?
Her whole heart was in her throat; she was expectant, afraid, nervous, flustered, excited, secretly delighted, and surprised.
"Student?" Logan Shaw’s lips curled into a gentle, warm smile, "What’s wrong?"
"N-n-no... I..." Evelyn beca more flustered the more anxious she got, unable to say a complete sentence, and could only quickly say two words: "It’s nothing."
Damn it!
She had fantasized a billion tis about what the scene would be like when she t her big brother.
She thought she would be as elegant and composed as a princess, neither arrogant nor humble, talking with him eloquently, leaving him amazed.
But the reality was that she couldn’t even manage a simple self-introduction.
She had to admit, it was terribly embarrassing!
"I was just passing by." Logan Shaw apologized with a smile, "You’re here to practice piano, right? Sorry for taking up your ti."
As he spoke, he prepared to leave.
"No!" Evelyn hurriedly caught up, dropping all her books to the ground, and tightly grabbed Logan’s arm.
Seeing Logan’s gaze fall on her hand, she quickly let go, noticing the red mark she left on his elbow, she hastily squatted down to pick up her books.
A loud voice in her head shouted: Can’t you stop making a fool of yourself?
She no longer hoped to be noble and elegant at this mont, just wished she could be a bit calr, at least not make a terrible first impression.
Watching Evelyn in her flustered state, Logan gently smiled, squatted down, and helped her pick up her textbooks.
This girl was quite interesting. Seeing him made her nervous, which puzzled him, yet also made him unconsciously curious and protective.
Evelyn secretly sized up Logan, and at close range, he was extraordinarily handso, especially because he had no pretensions at all, very approachable.
She marveled: Why is there such a perfect man in this world?
"Thank you." She said softly, "I’m sorry, it was who disturbed you, I’m not an art student, I was drawn here by your piano playing."
Logan nodded, and both stood up, he introduced himself, "My na is Logan Shaw. That piano..."
He sighed deeply, and then said, "It was my first piano, just returned to the country, so I ca to see it."
Logan Shaw.
Logan Shaw!
Evelyn silently repeated his na in her heart, feeling joyful enough to fly.
She repeatedly told herself to act normal, it was her turn to introduce herself next.
"My na is..." Evelyn clutched the books tightly in her hands, eting Logan’s gaze, as if finding imnse courage, she lightly parted her lips, "My na is Evelyn Morgan."
After speaking, she watched his reaction closely, wanting to see what expression he would have when he knew she was the girl he had adopted.
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