Chapter 1444: Chapter 785 Chapter 1444: Chapter 785 Little White was momentarily stunned, then a blush spread across her face. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Logan, her voice tinged with embarrassed annoyance: “Shut up!”

Logan dodged the pillow with a laugh, then turned and left the room. Little White watched his retreating figure, her lips curving into a smile despite herself. She sighed softly, feeling an unprecedented sense of tranquility in her heart.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Little White held a bowl of steaming food, her fingertips trembling slightly. Gazing downward at the wisps of steam rising from the bowl, her thoughts had long since drifted. She hadn’t expected that after learning everything, Logan could still treat her with such calmness. She had thought his reaction would either be desperately trying to explain himself, attempting to convince her with words, or forcefully using the power of the Contract to make her stay by his side. Yet, Logan chose a third way–a silent and gentle companionship, as if nothing had happened.

Memories of her mother echoed unceasingly in her mind; those painful, humiliating images were like sharp thorns piercing deeply into her heart. The bone-deep loathing her mother felt for humans seemed to have quietly merged into her blood with the awakening of those memories. She had once believed that she would harbor the same hatred and wariness towards humans as her mother. However… ever since she had a memory, it seemed Logan had never done anything to wrong her. He was always so gentle, so considerate, as if he was acutely aware of her every emotional fluctuation.

“Perhaps… I really should reconsider all of this.” Little White thought silently to herself, her chopsticks gently stirring the food in her bowl. She picked up a bite of rice, bringing it to her mouth and chewing slowly, as if each grain carried a heavy significance. Her eyes gradually moistened, tears swirling but stubbornly refusing to fall.

Logan stood by her side, quietly watching her. His gaze was tender and deep, as if he could see through the struggles and contradictions in her heart. He didn’t rush to speak but sighed softly, then walked over, placing his palm gently on top of her head, ruffling her hair. His motion was gentle and natural, as though it had been repeated a thousand times.

“Don’t overthink, just eat first,” Logan’s voice was low and gentle, with a soothing undertone, “No matter what happens, I will be by your side.”

Hearing his words, Little White’s heart quivered. She lifted her head, tears blurring her vision as she looked at Logan, her voice slightly choked up: “Logan… why are you still so good to me? You clearly know that I almost…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but Logan understood what she meant. He smiled gently, his eyes filled with indulgence and helplessness: “Because I know that those feelings aren’t the real you. You’re just influenced by memories of the past, aren’t you?”

Little White froze, the chopsticks in her hand trembling faintly. She lowered her head, her voice barely audible: “But… those memories are too real. My mother’s pain, her despair, I feel them as my own. I can’t… just forgive you like that.”

Logan nodded, his tone calm and firm: “I understand. I never expected you to forgive me immediately; after all, those things are too heavy for you. But I hope you can understand that I never thought of hurting you, nor did I ever think of using you. My kindness towards you was never because of the Contract, but because… you are very important to me.”

Little White’s heart lurched, and she finally couldn’t hold back the tears that slid from the corners of her eyes. She raised her hand, frantically wiping the tear streaks from her face, her voice trembling: “But… but my mother… she went through so much pain, how can I… how can I let go easily?”

Logan was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: “Little White’s mother… she indeed went through a lot. But those things were not caused by me. I admit, there are indeed many humans who have hurt her, but not all humans are like that. I hope… you can try to see things from my perspective.”

Little White lifted her head, her gaze complex as she looked at Logan. Tears still filled her eyes, yet her expression no longer held the same guardedness and hostility. She bit her lip lightly, her voice nearly inaudible: “Perhaps… you’re right. I should try to understand you, instead of being confined by the memories of the past.”

On hearing her words, a glint of relief shone in Logan’s eyes. He softly ruffled her hair, his tone gentle and firm: “I’m glad you can think this way. But there’s no need to rush your decision. I will wait for you, until the day you truly are willing to accept me.”

Little White nodded, tears once again brimming in her eyes. She bowed her head, continuing to eat her meal, bite by bite. Her movements were slow, as if she was chewing through complicated emotions. Tears flowed down her cheeks, dropping into the bowl, mingling with the food. Yet, she kept eating stubbornly, as if by doing so she could also swallow the pain in her heart.

Logan watched her, feeling a bitter ache in his heart. He knew that Little White’s inner world must be filled with conflict and struggle. He sighed softly and pulled out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to Little White: “Wipe your tears, don’t let them affect the taste of your food.”