When the Family Ch 6

Chapter 6 A Public Claim

On the far side of the field stood a tall chain-link fence, enclosing an entire basketball court.

The sound of basketballs hitting the ground echoed nonstop.

“Ahhh! He’s so hot!”

“This is my first time seeing him in real life, oh my God!”

“Why is he playing here?”

“I heard the high school court is under renovation, so he came over…”

“Hurry, take some pictures. He looks amazing…”

A group of girls crowded near the fence, excited and practically trembling.

Jean curiously looked over—

On the main court, the boys moved like living beams of sunlight—quick, sharp, radiant.

The one who stood out the most was the boy currently dribbling down the court. He was tall, effortlessly good-looking, with pale skin and striking features—like a wildflower blooming bright and bold in the middle of a forest.

Most eye-catching of all was his head of white hair—so surreal it looked straight out of a manga.

Jean froze. And in that very moment of distraction, the basketball suddenly flew over the fence and struck her right on the head—

Thud!

Jean thought she must not have checked her horoscope this morning. It was one thing after another today.

She’d been hit by a basketball. Again.

Luckily, it didn’t hurt too bad.

Good thing she had a hard head.

“Winston, you’re insane! That shot was way too high!”

“Go check on the little girl, man. You probably hurt her.”

The white-haired boy narrowed his eyes lazily. “Too much work. You go.”

Winston?

Jean’s eyes flew open.

other than the host’s youngest older brother—currently a superstar

was that Jean could run into one just by turning a

and more distance between them. Jean immediately took a

“Winston!”

sound echoed

around turned to look

seen her type before. Bold, shameless, thinking that calling Winston’s name

As if.

even looked

how hard they

react at all. It was like he

nothing less. Their eyes filled with mockery

the court entrance, slipped in, and cut him

“Winston.”

and called him

Everyone froze.

who’d been blank-faced up until now,

the hell is this?

around the fence

calling him

get his

by his name? Who does

mirror… trying to throw herself at him

say something?” Rylan smirked. He hadn’t expected this girl to be so unpredictable. He couldn’t resist

from a prestigious Blairford family. The two had been close since childhood. Same class, played ball together, hung out

the only one here who’d dare joke around with

saw Winston still wasn’t reacting, so she called

this guy deaf or

into Winston’s ears. He

looked like glass frosted with ice—cold, hard, unreadable. His lips

“You talking to me?”

and polite. “Yeah. That’s your name. Am I not allowed to

The look in his eyes sharpened. “Is

a cold arc, and he looked at Jean like she was a

say I’m your dad

without giving her another glance, he turned and walked

could plot all she

girls cheered, delighted

like that. Whiny and annoying…

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