Chapter 94: Kenn’s Returning Steps

This morning is so bright. Kevan’s car moves calmly along the highway without any sense of haste. From behind the glass, I see trees, flowers, and other plants looking fresh and beautiful. No wonder, heavy rain poured down last night, leaving droplets of water still clinging to the leaves and stems.

"Look, Kevan. The flowers are blooming perfectly because of last night’s rain," I murmured while pointing outside.

Kevan glanced briefly, his hand still relaxed on the steering wheel. "Yeah, the air feels much cleaner today. There’s no suffocating pollution."

I opened the window beside me slightly, breathing in the cool morning air. The wind brushed against my face. My eyes closed, enjoying the breeze that brought a sense of peace, as if the morning were whispering softly in my ear.

Throughout the journey, Kevan focused on driving, occasionally following the rhythm of jazz music from the radio. I let myself drift along listening to it. Music this gentle feels perfect for the morning atmosphere. The melody is calming, giving comfort to anyone who hears it.

"My heart feels calm, listening to music like this," I said while leaning back in my seat. "It makes me sleepy."

Kevan turned his head briefly and gave a small nod. "Sleep for a while. I’ll wake you up when we arrive."

"What? You’re joking, right?" I jolted, my eyes widening. Meanwhile, Kevan held back a smile. "Our school gate is already visible from here."

Kevan chuckled softly. "Who knows, maybe you need a thirty-second nap," he teased.

It was true, we were only a few dozen meters away from the school. How could Kevan ask me to sleep at such a close distance?

"Yes, I was joking," he said with a smile, then briefly ruffled my hair.

Not long after, he pulled over and entered the school grounds. When the car stopped in the parking area, through the glass I saw a luxurious sports motorcycle that felt familiar stopping on the right side.

"That motorcycle...," I whispered unconsciously.

The school parking area is spacious and divided into two sections. The left is for cars, the right is for motorcycles.

The rider removed his helmet, lowered the zipper of his leather jacket until it opened at the front, letting it cling to his athletic body and revealing his school uniform. He did not fix his slightly messy hair, which instead gave him an attractive impression.

With relaxed steps, he walked straight ahead. Several female students looked at him in admiration, but he only glanced briefly without responding.

I kept watching him. Not because I did not know who he was. Since his helmet came off, I had already recognized him. What surprised me was that he returned to school here. I thought he would settle and study in Germany.

My gaze remained fixed on his back as it grew farther away. I only snapped out of it when the car door beside me opened wide.

"What are you looking at?" Kevan’s voice instantly broke my daydream.

His forehead furrowed deeply, showing a clear line of confusion. "What’s wrong, Darling? You were daydreaming so much that you didn’t realize I already opened the door."

I got out with stiff movements, standing restlessly while squeezing the strap of my bag. After the door closed with a soft thud, I looked at him with unease.

"I...." My sentence hung in the air.

I swallowed hard, while my eyes still stole glances toward the figure that was beginning to move away.

"Why? You look confused," he said, full of question marks. Kevan stepped closer, trying to catch the direction of my gaze. "Is something bothering you?"

"Well, do you need to go to the student council room this morning?"

The question sounded ridiculous, but it was the only thing that came out of my suddenly blank mind. I moistened my lips repeatedly, nervous and confused.

Kevan looked puzzled, then slowly shook his head. "No. Why?"

I grimaced while scratching the back of my neck that was not itchy at all. From the corner of my eye, the figure I had been watching turned in another direction. Panic rose, and I tried to find another more reasonable excuse, but nothing came.

"Sorry. I’ll go first, Kevan. There’s something urgent I just remembered!"

"What matter? Wait!" Kevan called out, his voice sounding confused behind me.

I ran as fast as I could without looking back. I deliberately did not wait for his response. Not because of anything. Later, after I finish my business, I will explain everything. I just need to get away from him now before he asks further.

Right now, as long as Kenn is here, I do not want to waste time searching for answers that keep disturbing my mind.

"Kenn." I ran while shouting his name. "Kenn, stop for a moment!"

He stopped, but did not turn around. The next second, he walked again, ignoring me.

His forehead furrowed in confusion.

What is going on? Did Kenn not hear my shout?

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