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.

the host’s youngest older brother—currently a superstar in

brothers was that Jean could run into

more and more distance

“Winston!”

echoed loudly—clear and

girl around turned to look at Jean, their expressions instantly

thinking that calling Winston’s name might get

As if.

looked at

they

didn’t react at all. It was like

expected nothing less. Their

the court

“Winston.”

called him again,

Everyone froze.

who’d been blank-faced up until

hell is this? Is

girls around the

him by name like that.

to get his

his name?

should look in a mirror… trying to throw herself at

out loud. Aren’t you gonna say something?” Rylan smirked. He hadn’t expected this girl to be so unpredictable. He couldn’t resist teasing the white-haired boy

had been close since childhood. Same class, played ball together, hung

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

still wasn’t reacting, so she

guy deaf or

voice floated right into Winston’s ears.

with ice—cold, hard, unreadable. His lips curved into a faint smirk. His expression was striking, but

“You talking to me?”

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

slightly. The look in

looked at Jean like

I’m your dad while you’re

glance, he turned

all she wanted,

delighted by Winston’s

act all close like that. Whiny and

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