Mia Ginger looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet her gaze lingered on him for a long ti.
Logically, this young boy was not even thirteen yet?
But—
Looking at his face, one could already picture his future handso and charming image, adored by countless young girls.
People often say that a nephew resembles his uncle, and this was indeed true.
Odin Myres’ looks were quite similar to Louis Cox in his youth.
Without Louis’s roughness, though.
Louis grew up in the streets, his extravagance and arrogance seed ingrained from a young age, standing and sitting without proper posture. When Mia first saw him back then, she felt repulsed. He looked just like a hooligan.
Odin was the exact opposite. Raised in the Myres Family, cherished by Cesar and Ivy, taught with care, he grew up in luxury. By simply standing without speaking, he exuded a noble and refined air.
Having gone through family turmoil, his brows always seed covered with a layer of frost, appearing composed and reserved.
His black eyes, like glass, looked truly beautiful.
Even Mia couldn’t help but sigh.
Before she could speak, Odin said again, "Help the Fifth Miss up."
He was naturally referring to Windsor Myres.
Logically, he should call her Fifth Sister, but he bluntly called her "Fifth Miss."
It was clear—
In his heart, he had also unabashedly accepted Victor’s title, "Little Master of the Myres."
This child...
Mia found it amusing, her eyes curved as she said, "Thank you."
"You’re my uncle’s friend and you’ve taken care of Maeve, it’s only right. No need to thank ." Odin’s words landed as he glanced at Windsor, who was unconscious, and asked, "Where are you going? I could have soone send you."
Mia looked at him, dazed for a mont.
In fact, she didn’t seem to know where she should go.
She had to return to Cloudy Capital at night, but it wasn’t possible to take Windsor to Koa Jackson.
Windsor was drunk, so naturally, she couldn’t be handed over to Camden River.
It seed—
She should be sent ho?
But Mia didn’t seem to know where Windsor lived.
Suddenly troubled, Mia furrowed her brow, hesitantly said, "Let think."
Odin was silent for a mont, then seemingly understanding her predicant, suggested, "Why don’t I have soone take her ho?"
Sharing the sa family na, he certainly knew where Windsor and Cherry Lewis lived.
Once he spoke, Mia realized, sighed with relief, and couldn’t help but laugh, "That works. Thanks for the trouble."
"No trouble." Odin smiled lightly, very politely.
His mannerisms looked like a little adult.
Mia found it amusing.
Perhaps because she was very familiar with Louis and liked Maeve very much, she naturally had a good impression of Odin, not just a good impression, seeing his mature deanor evoked so affection.
As the group headed out, she and Odin fell to the back, and she instinctively raised a hand to ruffle his hair.
Odin, caught off guard, flipped his elbow and skillfully gripped her wrist.
It hurt.
Mia had not expected it, and cried out in pain.
Odin blinked, imdiately released her, and apologized, "I’m sorry, Sister Mia, are you okay."
He hadn’t done it on purpose, he was just thinking about sothing and instinctively reacted defensively.
Mia certainly knew, shaking her wrist said, "It’s fine."
"I didn’t an it." Odin repeated, a hint of childish frustration in his eyes.
Only now did he look sowhat normal.
Mia laughed, "I didn’t bla you, only ant to ruffle your hair..."
Being eight years older than Odin, she spoke like a big sister with a smile. After Odin snapped back, he felt a bit embarrassed, pressed his lips into a smile, nodded, but said nothing.
They reached the place where cars were parked.
A bodyguard of Odin pushed Windsor into the back seat of a car to take her ho.
Watching them leave first, Odin glanced at Mia and asked, "Sister Mia, where are you going? I’ll give you a lift."
Mia was stunned, hurriedly said, "No need, no need, I haven’t been drinking."
"But..."
Before Odin could finish, Mia’s phone suddenly rang.
She smiled, took out the phone and glanced at it, belatedly realizing it was almost six.
Pressed her lips to answer, calling out, "Dr. Jackson."
The voice clearly carried a tone of flattery.
Koa Jackson sounded in a good mood, laughing, "Are you all packed? I’m downstairs at your dorm, the usual spot."
Downstairs at the dorm?
Downstairs?
Mia was montarily lost for words.
"What’s wrong?"
"Um," Mia scratched her head, "but I’m not here at the dorm."
The tone was faltering.
Koa Jackson blinked, "Then where are you?"
"I’m on Fortune Street, Latitude Longitude." Mia bit her lip, spoke the truth.
"What?"
"Latitude Longitude bar."
Koa Jackson: "..."
During class ti, this girl ran to the bar?
Still had the nerve to say?!
Koa Jackson wasn’t feeling well, his voice low and serious, "What are you doing there?"
"It’s a long story..."
"Then don’t tell it." Koa Jackson interrupted her, "Just wait there, I’ll co to pick you up."
"Okay."
Mia hung up, sighing in relief.
Odin hadn’t left yet, quietly listening to her call to the end.
Mia glanced and smiled at him, "Dr. Jackson will pick up soon, no need to worry, you really don’t have to give a lift."
Odin nodded, still didn’t leave, calmly said, "Then I’ll wait with you for a while."
After five, the bar would certainly get busier, and it was Friday, it would be rather chaotic. If Mia encountered anything, not only would Odin feel guilty, but his uncle might eat him alive.
Better wait for a while, Odin thought.
Once decided, he stayed outside with Mia, occasionally chatting.
When Koa Jackson drove over, from afar, he saw Mia standing with several n.
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