Chapter 97

At that moment, Zoey didn’t know what to say.

The boy left right after he finished his speech.

Zoey was sure that Laurence had forgotten this incident. He would never know that it was her that he had warned once upon a time.

Zoey took a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Then we won’t,” Laurence conceded.

Zoey reigned in her emotions before she asked, “Do you want to go out? There’s really nothing much to see here.”

Laurence had no objections to that. “Sure.”

Stork Street was a famous historical street in Southgrove. Almost everyone who lived here was born and bred in Southgrove.

The white walls and greyish paths looked like they came right out of a painting.

Classes had just ended, so there were a lot of school kids on the street.

Laurence took her hand in his. “Did you grow up here?”

Zoey thought for a moment. “Pretty much.”

“It’s a good place,” Laurence said. “Why did you move to Northwell?”

Zoey stared at the sky. “My father brought us there,” she answered softly. “My