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.

none other than the host’s youngest older brother—currently a

of having too many older brothers was that Jean could run into one

sidelines, putting more and more distance between them. Jean immediately took

“Winston!”

echoed loudly—clear

look at Jean, their expressions

before. Bold, shameless, thinking that calling Winston’s name might

As if.

even looked at girls

they tried, it never

react at all. It was like he hadn’t

nothing less. Their eyes filled with mockery

up. She quickly spotted the court entrance, slipped in, and cut him

“Winston.”

her head and called him again, clear as a

Everyone froze.

who’d been blank-faced up until now,

is this? Is

girls around the fence

shameless, calling him

to get his

him by his name? Who does

trying to throw herself at

He hadn’t expected this girl to be so unpredictable. He couldn’t resist teasing

Winston, Rylan came from a prestigious Blairford family. The two had been close since childhood. Same class, played ball

the only one here who’d dare joke around with Winston like

wasn’t reacting, so she called

this guy

voice floated right into Winston’s ears. He squinted

ice—cold, hard, unreadable. His lips curved into a faint smirk. His

“You talking to me?”

pecking chick. She looked innocent and polite. “Yeah. That’s your

slightly. The look in his

he looked at Jean like

don’t you say I’m your dad while you’re

giving her another glance, he turned and

knew it! She could plot all she wanted,

cheered, delighted by Winston’s

act all close like that. Whiny and annoying…

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