Logan had not expected things to turn out like this, the color of astonishment briefly flashed across his face.
He immediately went forward to the spot where Little White had rested yesterday, looking around carefully.
The blanket was neatly folded as if it had been straightened a long time ago. Nothing in the room had been touched, nor were there any signs of a struggle.
It must have been Little White who went out on her own, but why did she leave last night without telling him?
Logan could not understand why Little White would do such a thing.
He clenched his fists tightly, and a moment later, he released them, thinking back to Little White's odd behavior last night.
He had actually noticed something was off with Little White last night.
But at the time, he had thought it was very likely just a bad mood.
If he had barged into her room recklessly, wanting to talk to her, he had no idea if she would have lost control.
