Ex-husband's Sweet Trap

Chapter 27: School

The next morning, she brought Logan along with her to pay their electric bill before going to enrol him

in school.

"Mommy, can't you let me have my freedom for a few more days?" Logan whined from the back seat of

the car.

In his opinion, he should have more time to get used to life here before starting school. He heard that

school here was very demanding, so it's only right that he spent more time getting used to it.

"I would, but I can't bring you to work with me every day."

She was just a secretary. She would be fired if she brought her child to work every day. What's more,

she didn't want her son to have more contact with Henry, lest he realizes Logan's true identity.

"I can stay at home and work on my ninja moves."

He held up his arms in the posture of a ninja move. Luz laughed. "Are you a turtle?"

"..."

"Mommy, ninjas and ninja turtles are different things, okay?" Logan protested, pouting. Ninjas were

formidable, unlike turtles. Why was it so hard to communicate with his mother?

"Alright, stay still. This is a good school, I went there when I was your age."

Luz pinched his cheeks and said wistfully. No matter how much suffering she endured later in her life,

she was still thankful that she had a chance to have a happy childhood with loving parents and a home

full of warm memories.

"It's just primary school. Why are you so proud?"

"..."

Luz drove faster at her son's teasing words. She should not let him have so much freedom anymore, or

she would be the one to suffer.

The car stopped in front of a small gate. She spoke briefly to the guard stationed there, and they let

them in. "You can't drive in, though."

"Don't worry, I won't drive in."

Luz immediately smiled and nodded. She pulled her reluctant son out of the car and headed towards

the principal's office.

The school had undergone many renovations over the years. She was very satisfied with the facilities

and environment. She walked faster.

"Excuse me, are you Mr Duncan?" she asked politely after knocking on the door.

"Yes, I am. Are you that Boone someone who called earlier for enrolment?"

"Luz Boone."

His father used to say that the two things he was most proud of in his life were his daughter and giving

such a memorable name to his daughter. To this man, though, her name had been reduced to Boone

someone.

"Did you bring the child?"

The principal pushed his glasses up and looked at the little fellow from head to toe.

"Yes, his name is Logan Boone." She pushed her son forwards and was about to introduce him further

when the principal interrupted her. "He has his mother's surname?"

"Yes, he does."

Luz could only nod. She was still pregnant when she left Henry. How could she let her child use the

surname of the Maynard family?

The principal raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what was going on. "Go ahead and

handle the enrollment process. He can go to the first-grade class starting tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr Duncan."

The enrollment procedures were not as complicated as she thought. After filling in two forms and

paying the tuition fees, she led the little fellow to meet his teacher. They arranged for him to start

classes tomorrow, then they left the school and got into a taxi.

"Study well at school. I'll pick you up after school. If you do well, you can get a reward."

"Got it."

The little fellow said discontentedly. He was a sensible boy. He knew that he would be abandoned at

school, so if he didn't do well, he might be thrown to the side for good.

Luz knew that her son was sulking, so she tried to bribe him, "Don't be mad, let's go have something

nice to eat, how about that?"

"Then I want something really nice." Logan's eyes lit up at the prospect of food. He wanted ice cream,

sandwiches, fried chicken, hopefully with a side of soda.

"No problem. I brought my wallet today, so you can have whatever you want."

"Deal!"

Luz told the taxi driver the name of the restaurant they wanted to go to. The taxi arrived soon. When

Logan caught sight of the name of the restaurant, he was visibly disappointed.

"Is this what you meant by something nice?" He pointed at the name of the restaurant — Aroma

Restaurant.

"Home-cooked food can be nice too. This restaurant specializes in local delicacies, and it's the best in

North City."

When she was his age, she had the same opinion, but her parents told her that this restaurant had

been passed down for generations. It was hard to make a reservation here.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but chuckle. Logan was definitely her child.

"Don't laugh at me."

Logan thought Luz was laughing at him, so he frowned at her unhappily. His expression looked eerily

like Henry when he was angry, which made Luz nervous. She stepped into the restaurant hastily. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Thank goodness it's a weekday today and it's not lunchtime yet, or we might have to queue up for a

long time."

The waiter brought them to a table by the window. Luz flipped through the menu and ordered their

speciality and the best food she knew from her memory.

"Please wait a moment."

The waiter took their orders and left with a smile. Logan was pouting. He wanted hamburgers, coca-

cola, fried chicken and fries. Why was it so difficult to get what he wanted?

Soon, their food was served. They looked and smelt as amazing as she remembered.

Luz handed her son a fork and urged him, "Go on, try them. It's definitely to your taste."

Logan was not accustomed to the food here, since he grew up in the US. He did not have the appetite

to try the food at all.

"If you don't eat what I ordered, the food will be wasted. It's shameful to waste food. Do you remember

the poem I taught you? 'Whenever you leave some food in your plate...'"

...

"Remember who stands starved at your gate." Logan finished for her.

He still thought that he should be allowed to eat something more familiar to him since he had just

arrived back.

"Then eat your food, or I'll take away your ice cream privileges for a week."

She knew that reasoning would not work this time, so she pulled out her secret weapon.

"You're threatening me again."

Logan glared at her, his eyes widened in anger. He hated it when his mother threatened him. He knew

it was just a trick, but he always fell for it.

"It's a good move." It always worked. Luz patted his hand and told him to hurry up and eat, but he did

not move. "Mommy, you know wasting food is bad, but it's also a waste if I don't enjoy them."