Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Childhood Memories-3

She did not mention the rescue. She did not ask about his status or show any interest in who he was.

There was no awe in her eyes, no excitement.

Silas smiled faintly. "Do you know who I am?"

Ivy fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. I know."

When she had rescued him and left him at the military compound, she had learned his identity soon after.

She had been shocked, but that feeling had faded quickly.

Unlike others who would have spun fantasies about saving a prince, Ivy felt nothing of the sort.

She was clear-headed.

Her only thought back then was escape. She wanted to leave the Ravencroft family behind.

So even though Silas was undeniably handsome, even though his presence made others’ hearts race, Ivy felt no attraction at all.

Her heart was set on only one thing, going far, far away from the Ravencroft family and never looking back.

Silas chuckled softly, as if he wanted to test Ivy’s words, then leaned a little closer.

"If you already know who I am," he said with mild curiosity, "then what do you think about me?"

Ivy fell silent for a moment, her gaze drifting as if she were carefully selecting her words.

Finally, she replied evenly, "You’re a very good boy."

The instant those words left her lips, Silas couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A laugh burst out of him, loud and unrestrained.

The way Ivy had delivered that sentence sounded almost rehearsed, like she was reciting a polite lie from a script.

He inhaled deeply, forcing his laughter down, then looked at her with genuine curiosity.

"Then why didn’t you stay after saving me?"

Ivy stared at him as if she were looking at an idiot. "I was already ten minutes late," she replied bluntly.

"If I don’t get home by twelve, I get punished. And I already wasted two days."

Her voice grew colder. "If I waste any more time, they’ll hand me over to an orphanage."

Silas frowned immediately.

"Not all parents do that. They just say those things to scare kids. You should have told them about the danger you were in, they won’t scold you then."

Ivy let out a bitter chuckle. "Mine don’t think so."

She paused, then looked at him again.

"Are you fine now?" Her tone shifted slightly before she added, "And why did you come to find me?"

Silas stiffened, caught off guard. "I... wanted to thank you."

Ivy nodded, satisfied. "Now that you’ve thanked me, you can leave."

Her straightforwardness was exactly the same as before.

Silas felt something odd flutter in his chest, almost ticklish. From that day on, he began talking to Ivy more.

Every meeting was secretive. Every time he saw her, she was in some kind of trouble.

Sometimes he witnessed her kindness. Sometimes he witnessed her cleverness.

But one thing became very clear: she was not evil. She always acted in self-defense, never cruelty, and that made his attraction deepen.

She was unlike other children her age.

While others cried over toys they couldn’t have, Ivy never made a scene.

She never asked for things that were never meant to be hers.

Instead, she kept her distance from good things, as if she believed she didn’t deserve them.

From childhood into their teenage years, Silas continued to observe her.

At first, it was pure curiosity. That curiosity lingered, slowly transforming into admiration.

Ivy was amazing. Her knowledge was rare. Her personality was captivating.

He watched her fight when she had to and remain silent when silence protected her best.

Her quietness was never weakness, it was survival.

Rather than saying she was brave only at times, it was more accurate to say she knew how to avoid suffering every single time.

Even the way she rejected confessions fascinated him.

Gradually, Silas realized something unsettling. He hated it when others approached Ivy. He hated seeing them confess to her.

As a child, Ivy had been pretty but not as striking as Isla.

But after puberty, it was as if she transformed overnight.

She grew taller, her features refined, her presence commanding.

With her height, beauty, and graceful figure, she became someone others would call a campus belle.

Yet she tried to hide it.

Silas noticed everything. Without realizing when it began, he grew possessive.

Maybe it started the moment Ivy saved him.

Maybe it began with their quiet conversations.

He only knew one thing... being with Ivy was intoxicating. Her way of thinking was entirely different, and slowly, he began to look up to her.

As time passed, he began blocking off her other pursuers, subtly and persistently, until he started pursuing her openly himself.

Many opposed him at first, but witnessing his unwavering dedication, they eventually gave up.

Looking at Ivy now, the beautiful woman resting under his helmeted gaze, Silas felt his heart tighten.

’If I were given another chance,’ he thought, ’I’d choose her again in every lifetime.’

Unlike others, Ivy never toyed with him.

She never compared him to another boy.

She simply rejected his confessions, calmly and honestly, most of the time lost in her own world.

When she realized it was difficult to leave the Ravencroft family, she began craving their love instead. This was something Silas never fully understood.

Ivy was decisive in everything, yet whenever she was given a chance to leave them, she refused.

And whenever that chance was taken away, she found ways to leave the Ravencroft family.

It felt as if two different Ivys lived within the same body.

Now, his only task was to make sure she felt comfortable.

Just as that thought settled, a knock echoed at the door.

Silas opened it to find Ember standing outside. She pursed her lips awkwardly. "I wouldn’t interrupt if it weren’t urgent."

Silas motioned for her to continue.

"The antidote for the half-zombies has been completed."

Silas’s eyes glimmered with shock. According to Ivy, the antidote should have appeared much later.

’So it’s possible,’ he thought, heart racing. ’In this life... we can change everything.’