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Chapter 206 Chapter 206 Hanging upside down on the roller coaster as it plunged from its peak, Zebulon was hit by a wave of weightlessness. He screamed, and so did everyone else. It was the kind of scream that cfrom the thrill of the ride, not embarrassment.

97%] +68) But next to him, Quinlyn was giggling with pure joy, her laughter making his scream feel just a bit more like a cry for help.

"Wow, the wind feels so good," Quinlyn said, spreading her arms as if embracing freedom.

The next moment, Zebulon let out a shriek. "Hey! If you want to feel the wind, let go on your own. Why are you grabbing me?" After one ride, Zebulon felt like he was about to collapse. He lay on a bench, barely conscious. Today, he'd pushed past his slight fear of heights just to play a prank.

But the target of his prank was still full of energy. Quinlyn checked the map. "Next is that one. Let's go." Zebulon followed Quinlyn's finger and saw the giant swing. The giant swing, the aerial ropeway, the flying over the horizon, the flying machine... Quinlyn seemed to have found a new kind of thrill, going for the wildest rides. Finally, Zebulon squatted by the roadside, retching. His face was ghostly white. He waved his hands weakly, begging Quinlyn to stop. "No more... Please, Quin. One more ride and I'll really die." Quinlyn looked conflicted. She hadn't meant to torture him, but it was his money after all. She held the tickets and asked, "Can I go on by myself then?" "Sure, please go ahead. I'll wait for you here." Zebulon wanted her gone, like a bad dream. He just hoped she'd leave quickly.

Quinlyn saw he was miserable, so she bought him a bottle of water and then skipped off to the next freefall ride. Zebulon felt like he was dying. He collapsed on a bench and complained to his friend.

[Cto us with her. I promise she'll learn a good lesson.] [But my uncle said I could only take her to the amusement park.] [It's just a party with sold classmates. No big deal.] Zebulon thought about it and agreed. 'Humph, I'll get even anyway.' ***** Three hours later, Zebulon woke up from a nap and saw Quinlyn hopping back with cotton candy in hand. "Did you have fun?" "Yeah, it was fun." Seeing her still so hyped up, Zebulon felt a twinge of irritation, like he'd outsmarted himself.

But the next second, she held out a small pendant. "Here, this is for you." Zebulon was taken aback. He saw that it was a miniature astronaut. He couldn't help but reach out and take it. "Where did you get this?" "They were giving them away at that shooting game. I won it," Quinlyn said, pointing back the way she had come. The model was beautifully crafted and had been the first-prize award. When she left, all the kids were staring, envious.

1/3 97% Chapter 206 Zebulon couldn't stop fiddling with the pendant. "How'd you know I liked this?" +880 "The first tI saw you, you had this astronaut on your shirt," Quinlyn said and then added sincerely, "Thanks for today. I had a great time," Zebulon looked up, caught her clear eyes, and his fingers froze on the pendant. He felt a weird mix of emotions- like he'd planned to mess with her but ended up with a thank-you gift instead.

"Ahem, let's go when you're done." He put away the pendant, got up, and walked out in a hurry.

Quinlyn held the cotton candy and followed him, her steps still light. She had a great ttoday.

Zebulon sat in the car, his mind racing. He really didn't want to go to the party, but as soon as he texted his friends to say no, they started pestering him. They promised it would just be a casual night out, nothing wild. Zebulon was always a pushover, and he eventually gave in.

"Let's grab sfood. Are you in?" "Sure," Quinlyn replied, her mouth still tingling with the sweetness of the candy she'd just finished. Her smile lingered, like she was still savoring the taste.

Zebulon saw the sugary crumbs clinging to her nose and couldn't help but wipe them away with a tissue. "You little goofball," he chuckled.

They were back in town, making their way to a legit gbar.

On the third floor, Zebulon was immediately surrounded. "Zebulon, what a busy man you are. Had us waiting? Con, have a drink." The pungent smell of alcohol wafted towards him, and he instinctively recoiled. He didn't like it, but then he remembered his father's words-a grown man must be sociable, not aloof. With a sigh, he accepted a drink.

"Oh, who's this little cutie? She's adorable." Someone noticed Quinlyn. They showered her with compliments while sizing her up.

When she didn't react to having her cheeks pinched, a girl chimed in, "Why don't you boys go play? I'll take her over there." Zebulon hesitated, instinctively glancing at Quinlyn.

"Don't tellyou're worried about her, Zebulon. Afraid I'll gobble her up?" "Who is worried about her?" he shoved this guy and said with a laugh. "Con, let's go over there. I'm going to get my revenge for last time." With that, the group went to the board garea on the other side, laughing and playing The Werewolves of Millers Hollow. Midway through, Zebulon's hand brushed against something in his pocket-the astronaut keychain. Suddenly, he was distracted.

"Don't worry, Zebulon." At this time, someone cover and whispered, “Zoe's clever. She'll take care of your little burden and feed her sreal stuff. I bet this little girl will embarrass herself in front of everyone." It took Zebulon a few seconds to process what he'd just heard. Then, in a flash, he pushed away from the table and sprinted back the way he'd come.

In the pottery corner, Zoe was genuinely impressed. "Your hands are so skillful. The clay figurines look almost lifelike." Quinlyn had only been at it for a short while, but she'd already sculpted three full-sized models, each with its own distinct style.

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As Quinlyn carefully carved the facial features with a small wooden tool, Zoe's eyes sparkled with mischief. She picked up a drink and said, "You must be parched. Your hands are filthy, so lethelp you out." The cup was held up to Quinlyn's face, blocking her view. She saw a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, bright and inviting, but there was a strange undertone to the smell.

"Why not take a sip? It won't stay fresh for long." Zoe coaxed, guiding the rim of the cup toward Quinlyn's lips. Quinlyn glanced over, and in one swift motion, the wooden tool in her hand changed direction.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from behind. A large hand shot out and knocked the cup of orange juice out of her grasp.

"What was that for, Zebulon?" Zoe clutched her wrist, staring at him in disbelief.

Zebulon's face was stormy. He was seething, but with bodyguards nearby, he had to keep it under control. He grabbed Quinlyn's arm and growled, "Con, let's get out of here."

Quinlyn didn't put up a fight. She scooped up the three models and quietly tucked the wooden tool into her pocket. By the tthe others rushed over, all that remained was a sticky puddle of spilled orange juice on the floor. "Not eating?" Quinlyn asked.

Zebulon stormed downstairs, still fuming. When Quinlyn asked if he was eating, he almost snapped. He wanted to grab her by the ear and yell, "All you ever think about is food. You'd eat anything someone handed you, even poison, no?" But then he saw her large eyes and the guilt ccrashing down on him. He swallowed his anger. "Not hungry," he mumbled. "Let's-" He was about to turn and head hwhen he spotted a familiar face coming out of the restaurant next door.

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