Jane McCain listened and was even more puzzled: "But how did your grandfather know them?"
Allen Rivera fell silent once more.
When that smile disappeared from his face, it resembled a poker face—completely emotionless, impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Jane McCain thought for a mont and quietly leaned against his shoulder, murmuring, "Never mind if you don’t want to talk about it, even though I am really curious... But keeping so mystery in life isn’t a bad thing."
She used to mind, really mind, why Lucas Tucker was targeting her, what the relationship between Lucas’s sister and Allen was, and why Allen went to find Lucas...
But if there’s a knot in his heart, tangled like ssy long hair, trying to unravel it would just hurt, in that case... just let it be.
Jane felt she could hold back; it’s just a bit of curiosity, nothing significant.
Allen looked down at her, a faint smile on his face, "It’s not that I’m deliberately not telling you; I’m just feeling a bit embarrassed, don’t know where to start."
"Embarrassed?" Jane pressed her lips and looked up into his eyes, "It has to do with Luna Tucker?"
Allen raised an eyebrow slightly, "How do you know Luna Tucker?"
"Fiona Lake told ..."
Allen couldn’t help but chuckle, "That Fiona Lake, she had to trick before leaving; won, really, you can’t be too careful."
Jane felt inexplicably guilty, always feeling as if the "won" he ntioned were also referring to her.
"Actually, she didn’t say much, just showed a photo, saying it was found in Lucas Tucker’s wallet, with you in it, and... Luna Tucker..."
"Yeah, we were at the sa school before," Allen said flatly, "That girl is quite arrogant! Other girls pursuing would be a bit shy, but she directly ran up to and asked if I dared to be her boyfriend."
Jane asked, "What did you say?"
Allen glanced at her, responding, "I said, ’You must be crazy,’ then walked away."
Jane was speechless, "..."
Her eyes seed to say, "You must have really been soone people hated back then, huh?"
"Later, she chased to the club and learned racing with ; each ti she saw , she’d have a go at , saying I was a coward, not daring to be her boyfriend because I was afraid I’d really like her, and said I looked like a rich jerk but was actually an inner pauper.
I didn’t bother with her then; after one session, she stopped and asked what it would take for to beco her boyfriend."
Allen chuckled lightly, seemingly helpless, "Back then, I replied, ’Catch up to in a practice race, and we’ll talk.’"
Jane curiously asked, "Did she catch up to you?"
"Undervaluing your boyfriend, aren’t you?" Allen pinched her nose, "Call it a tie."
Jane rubbed the spot he pinched, whispering, "A tie counts as catching up; you never said she had to exceed you."
"Ah, you won really know how to exploit loopholes," Allen sighed with a smile.
Luna said sothing like that back then too.
A sixteen-year-old girl, stubborn and bossy, blocking his way: "Hey! I’ve caught up to you, from now on, you’re my boyfriend!"
How did he respond? Allen slowly recollected, searching for the mory’s point in that distant past.
"Did I say I would be your boyfriend?"
She was furious, her face reddening, "Allen Rivera! How can you go back on your word?! You clearly promised that if I catch up to you in a race, you’d..."
"I would what? Are you sure you didn’t rember wrong? I only promised that if you caught up with in a race, I’d tell you how I’d consider being your boyfriend."
"All right then, tell now!"
"I’m not interested in things that co too easily; perhaps if you let feel you’re out of reach soday, I’d spark so interest."
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