Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 1037

With a smile, Logan took a seat beside his father and patted his back. "Don't be so angry. Come on, it's bad for your health."

Still incensed, Old Mr. Jefferson chided, "Go away."

Catching a glimpse of the bag Logan had placed on the table, Lydia inquired, "What is it? Have you brought it for Dad?"

Logan hurriedly denied. "No! My friend gave it to me."

Hearing that, Lydia chuckled and went over to open the bag. Seeing the content in the container, she asked in surprise, "Why did your friend give you this?"

The Jeffersons had never had preserved meat before because it wasn't delicate enough for them.

After shooting her a look, Logan rose from the couch and snatched it back. "Don't look if you don't like it. It's very delicious."

With a meaningful smile, Lydia stared at her brother without saying anything.

Feeling energetic, Old Mr. Jefferson took his son's hands and said, "Logan, you're a mature man now."

As soon as he finished his words, the others in the living room understood what their father meant.

After a sigh, Logan remarked, “I'm still young."

Old Mr. Jefferson went on to say, "Yes, you are young, but you need a girl by your side."

Seeing as his father was urging him to look for a girlfriend, Logan fell silent.

Old Mr. Jefferson went on to say, "Two days ago, I wasn't sure if I was in a daze or what, but I dreamed about your mom. She asked me whether I had become a grandfather, but I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth because I was afraid that she would blame me for not making sure that you would look for a girlfriend."

The Jefferson ladies and Logan lowered their gazes and remained silent as they let their father rattle on.

Old Mr. Jefferson continued, "Your mom was crying. She was worried because you're not married with kids yet, so she wasn't happy in heaven."

In a helpless manner, Logan replied, "You should have told Mom that I'm a carefree man, so I don't want a girl to restrain me. If you see her again, tell her that since I'm handsome, I'll have a girlfriend sooner o later."

Frustrated, Old Mr. Jefferson glared at him. "So what if you're handsome? Don't you know that you're a grumpy man? If you don't replace a girl now when you're young, no one will love you when you grow old."

Logan smacked his lips. "Why don't you have confidence in me? Given my looks and social status, you shouldn't have to worry at all."

Old Mr. Jefferson let out a long sigh. "I'm worried exactly because I'm afraid that those girls will only have their eye on you for your good looks and wealth. Don't you understand that you're a loathsome man?"

Hearing his father's harsh remark, Logan stiffened. With a displeased expression, he stared at his father. "Dad, am I even your biological son? Don't you feel embarrassed to remark on your son in such a way?"

Trying to knock some sense into his head, Old Mr. Jefferson continued, "It's because you're my son that I have to tell you the truth. Logan, you have to face reality. It's really hard for any girl to fall in love with you. Those who have their eye on you are only interested in your appearance and wealth. Without the social status bestowed on you from your family, what do you think is left of you?"

His mean words were like sharp daggers that had been jabbed into Logan's heart.

With a long face, Logan rebuked, "Others always say that I resemble you the most, so how could you remark on me in such a way?"