?Chapter 54: You are not going to tell me the truth are you?
Chapter 54: You are not going to tell me the truth are you?
She sat back on the seat, her eyes darting around nervously.
Through the window, she noticed that both the van and the ck car that had been blocking them earlier had now cleared to the side.
Ikenna ignited the engine and pulled out swiftly, his focus sharp.
He didn’t seem to care whether Squad 3 could keep up, as his only concern was putting distance between them and the unsettling encounter.
Behind them, the squad’s vehicles roared to life as they scrambled to catch up, their engines humming as they fell back into their escort positions.
Inside Ikenna’s car, Nnenna had finally regained some calm.
With her nerves settled, she now had the rity to ask pressing questions.
“Why did they let us go, bro Ikenna?” she asked, her curious gaze on him.
“And who was that guy calling a general?” She paused, then added more sharply, “Also, why do you have a gun in your car?” Her gaze shifted to thepartment, and she reached out to open it again.
Before she could lift the lid, Ikenna’s hand shot out, pping hers away with enough force to make her retract it quickly, his gaze never leaving the path ahead.
“They’re this city’sw enforcement,” Ikenna said, his voice calm but his focus fixed ahead on the road.
His tone was measured, as if delivering a carefully crafted exnation.
“They thought we were some other people they were after.
After we talked and I exined, they let us go.” His words flowed effortlessly, almost too perfectly, like the lines of a well rehearsed speech.
“They called me ‘general’ because of the gun,” he continued, ncing at her briefly.
His expression was unreadable, his tone as casual as if they were discussing mundane matters.
“It’s a ng for gun holders.
The gun is not real; it’s fake.
The man didn’t know that, so he called me that.
You didn’t hear him use that term again after I exined, did you?” His gaze returned to the road, his demeanor impossibly calm.
“That’s it,” he concluded with finality.
“You should forget about everything.” There was a sense of finality in his tone, a clear signal that he didn’t want the conversation to continue.
But it was all too perfect, too convenient.
“You’re not going to tell me the truth, are you?” she asked, her voice sharp yet low, almost challenging.
Hearing him lie to her so tantly, as though she were a three year old child who couldn’t piece things together, Nnenna turned her gaze on him, her expression a mix of disbelief and indignation.
Her jaw tightened, and her lips thinned into a skeptical line.
The intensity of her gaze was unnerving, her dark eyes searching his face for cracks in his nonchnt facade.
For a moment, she just stared at him, the silence between them thick and expectant.
Finally, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing.
“You’re really not going to tell me the truth?” she asked, her voice low but sharp, each word deliberate.
There was no pleading in her tone, just a steady determination that seemed to challenge him to keep lying.
Ikenna chuckled lightly, slowing the car as the light ahead turned red.
His grin widened, carefree and teasing.
“I told you something,” he said with an exaggerated shrug.
“If you decide it’s not the truth, well…
that’s not really my problem, is it?” His casual tone was jarring.
The events of the past minutes, so tense and nerve wracking, seemed to havepletely evaporated from his mind.
Nnenna blinked, stunned at how quickly he had reverted to his yful self.
It was unsettling how easily he shifted gears, from the calcting, intense man she had seen earlier to thisid back version.
And yet, as unnerving as it was, she couldn’t help feeling a wave of relief.
This side of him, carefree and teasing, was so much easier to deal with.
That other side…
the serious,manding Ikenna, was too much.
Terrifying, even.
“Okay,” she said cautiously, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism as though testing the waters.
“So…
they got the wrong people, called you ‘general’ because you had a gun, and then you tried to use a toy gun that looks real to defend us.
After that, you exined everything, and they just let us go?” “Exactly,” Ikenna said with augh, his grin widening as though amused by her summary.
“You’re pretty good at repetition.
Ever considered bing a customer service executive when you grow up?” The teasing remark caught Nnenna off guard.
She stared at him, unsure whether to feel annoyed or tough along.
There was something about his disarming smile and the yful lilt in his voice that made it impossible to hold on to her irritation.
It was as if he knew exactly how to defuse her mood.
With a small huff, she rolled her eyes and turned her face toward the window, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to press him further.
It was obvious he wouldn’t tell her anything truthful, and trying to get answers from him felt like an exercise in futility.
As her gaze followed the passing scenery, a soft, familiar voice echoed in her mind.
“You’ve finally calmed down,” she said gently.
Nnenna’s eyes widened as a jolt of realization shot through her.
She stiffened, sitting upright so abruptly that it felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
“Love System!” she eximed internally, her mind racing.
How could she have forgotten something so vital?
The Love System could have stepped in to help them during that entire ordeal!
Her sudden shift didn’t go unnoticed.
Ikenna caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, his curiosity instantly piqued.
He arched a brow, ncing at her briefly.
‘What now?’ Her odd behavior was nothing new, but this was strange even for her.
Still, she wasn’t looking at him, and since she didn’t seem inclined to exin herself, he returned his focus to the road.
Thest thing he needed was another round of questions.
CREATORS’ THOUGHTS JedidiahBeaufoy Ikenna’s exnation lol Your gift is the motivation for my creation.
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