When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 444 The Agony of Waiting

As someone on the outside, there wasn’t much Jean could do.

All she could hope for now was that the two of them would finally talk–really talk—and come away from it with something better than before.

Winston got out of the cab.

He was back at the apartment near campus–the one he’d recently rented.

He hadn’t been staying in the Stellarford dorms for some time now. He needed a new environment.

He stepped into the quiet, upscale space, locked the door behind him, and sank into the couch in silence.

A long breath escaped him.

His eyes fluttered half–shut, and for a moment, it felt like his entire mind had gone blank.

Time passed.

Eventually, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Dalton’s contact info had already been sent over. It was right there, staring him in the face–but now that he had it, Winston found himself hesitating.

If he sent the request, would Dalton even accept it?

And even if he did… what was he supposed to say?

He’d been so decisive when asking Jean for the number. But now-

Now he was second–guessing everything.

out to Dalton would feel like such

at the corner of his lips. He exhaled again, slow and

in silence for what felt like forever, he finally

at Dalton’s WhatsApp profile picture. His eyes lingered there for a long time before he finally, slowly,

who he was. He used his

mes or pretend.

There are things I want to talk about. Past and present.

there was a chance Dalton would ignore or reject it. But he

Winston’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, waiting–hoping–to see the little notification pop up:

But…

Nothing came.

444 The Agony

like tossing a

stayed quiet.

opened other apps, scrolled

didn’t care.

all fake. His chest was tight. His thoughts kept looping

The waiting–it was agonizing.

He kept flipping back to

Nothing.

No reply.

No read receipt.

not seen it? Or… had he seen it, and simply didn’t want

find himself like this–restless, anxious, second–guessing someone

Eventually, he gave up.

it aside, and slumped back on the couch

in the apartment was warm, filled with the scent of the aromatherapy diffuser–his favorite

breathing slowed. His