When the Family Ch 7

Chapter 7 WinstonMakes Things Right

Winston lowered his eyes, the cold light in his gaze falling onto his sister’s fingers.

He hated being touched.

Normally, if anyone dared grab his hand like that, his body would be flooded with a wave of uncontrollable disgust.

It made his skin crawl.

Right now, he still felt that revulsion.

He wanted to fling Jean’s hand off, to shake off the dark, twisted feeling surging in his chest…

But when he looked at the bright and clear eyes of the girl in front of him, he forced himself to hold back.

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Winston’s face remained expressionless, but inside he was already wrestling with himself. He pressed his lips together and finally said to Jean-

“Let’s talk over in the garden.”

Rylan thought to himself. Oh wow, is he really about to talk to a girl alone?

The rest of the court thought to themselves. Is that actually Winston?t What is happening?!

The girls watching from the sidelines couldn’t believe their eyes. Their emotions were all over the place.

“What is going on? Has the ice prince descended from his throne?”

-Winston wants to talk to her one–on–one? Is he out of his mind?”

“Nov

way. I don’t believe it… I don’t believe this is happening…”

“Why didn’t he shut that girl down hard like he always does? Why is he treating her differently.”

“I’m so mad I could scream. She must’ve pulled something on him…

“I object. I completely object to this situation!”

Jean followed Winston into the nearby garden..

“So, the teacher made you pick up trash on the field?” Winston asked as he listened to her explanation, his sharp brows faintly furrowed.

way, Jean had already filled him in on

approach her brother just for fun or for a recognition scene at

fight back and

you’ve got a powerful backer standing right there, why wouldn’t you lean on

it would all just be too damn

a small nod. His face was calm, his striking features cloaked in

couldn’t read

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was being heard loud and clear. She pressed her lips together and was just about to walk off when Winston

with the field. Just go back to

to class?” Jean’s eyes

of the rest, Winston said, his voice crisp and unwavering. There was something solid and dependable

argue. She did exactly as her

didn’t know what Winston planned

who cared? If the sky fell, Winston would be the one holding it

At that moment-

sitting in the office, focused

teachers all had classes, so she was

was a knock at

was light, almost

instinctively. “Come

and indifferent. Then a cold

“Ms. Wendy.”

writing

see a stunning white–haired boy

his lips

flatly, “what exactly did Jean do

frowned. Who was this kid? And what was his relationship to Jean? Why was he

stood up, her face turning stern. “I had my reasons for punishing Jean. She misbehaved, plain and simple. And who

In fact, she wasn’t very familiar with the high school students

white–haired kid didn’t

this how you think it’s

Winston’s eyes. The chill in his

to mors

pride show without restraint “Good I wasn’t in the mood to talk to you anyway. You can talk to that

That person! What

Wendy was completely lost

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principal hurst through the door, out

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