Winona Newsom''s heart was pounding, beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest!


    Caroline called from the first floor, "Winona, what was that noise?"


    Winona forced herself to lie, "...It''s nothing, I''m just binge-watching a show. I''ll be done soon."


    "Oh, just a show."


    Her parents didn''t think much of it and went back to their conversation.


    Winona let out a long sigh and shot a re at Keaton Huber, gritting her teeth, ready to tear into him.


    But when she saw him pointing at his own hair with a questioning look, her anger deted.


    The haircut wasn''t just bad, it was hysterically awful.


    Winona mumbled, "You''re the one who made me cut it!"


    Keaton gritted his teeth. “But you didn''t have to make it this ugly, did you?"


    "That''s because you turned your head!" Winona shot back.


    Keaton''s eyes widened. "So it''s my fault?"


    Winona red. "Well, it''s not my fault, is it? You forced me to cut it, and we agreed beforehand if you got mad, you broke the promise!"


    Keaton felt wronged. "How was I supposed to know that a beautiful girl like you could be so clumsy!"


    "You''re the clumsy one! And you''re getting mad, so you broke your promise!" Winona retorted.


    Keaton scratched his head. "Just fix it, quickly. I can''t stand this hairstyle for another second!"


    "Right now?"


    "Yes!"


    "My parents are waiting for me outside!"


    "It''s fine, they won''t rush you. Just hurry up."


    Winona said irritably, "I don''t know how to cut hair. What if I make it even uglier?"


    Keaton pressed his lips together. “Trust me, it can''t possibly get any uglier than this! If you don''t fix it for me, I''ll start screaming right now and let your parents and my parents know that you''re hiding a guy in your room!"


    "You...!"


    Winona gave him a kick but felt helpless. She had him sit on the toilet and started improvising.


    Before she could even out the haircut, Winona noticed a problem. "All the hair clippings are falling on you."


    "It''s fine, I''ll take a shower when I get hometer."


    "But it''s not fine for me!"


    Keaton looked up at her instinctively. "Huh? Why not?"


    "Besides falling on your clothes, the hair is getting all over the floor. Look, it''s going


    to be a pain for me to clean up," Winona said.


    Keaton replied without thinking, "I''ll clean it for you."


    Winona pouted. “Yeah, no thanks. Either I go to your ceter to fix it, or you find


    a stylist yourself. You''re not getting it fixed in my house."


    Winona tossed the scissors onto the sink and, ignoring Keaton''s expression, washed her hands of the whole mess. "You stay here in the bathroom. I''m going out."


    Keaton looked at his disastrous reflection in the mirror and chased after her, hoping to make her finish the job. But just then, he heard his mother''s voice from outside the room.


    Janelle was saying, "We came here today not just to apologize, but also to ask you something."


    "We truly adore Winona, and we were hoping to ask her to be our goddaughter. I wonder if you''d be willing?"


    Keaton already knew about this, so he wasn''t surprised. However—


    Janelle continued, “To be honest, I used to hope Winona would be my daughter-in-w. But then I realized they aren''t right for each other."


    "That rascal son of mine is simply not good enough for a wonderful girl like Winona!"


    "So we''ve given up on that hope. Now we just want her as our goddaughter. You can rest assured, we will absolutely cherish her!"


    Keaton and Winona: "..."


    Ever since Winona learned that


    Janelle and her husband wanted to


    been a bit Keaton she


    set her up with had


    ved around them.


    She didn''t want to disappoint them, so she was afraid to get too close.


    Hearing Janelle say this, she felt a wave of relief. Now she could be close to Janelle


    without any pressure. The affection was mutual; Janelle liked her, and she liked


    Janelle.


    Winona raised an eyebrow and teased Keaton, "A roast from your own mom is the


    most brutal. You''re really failing, huh?"


    With that, she left the bedroom in a good mood.


    Keaton was left reeling in her room. "..."


    His own mother had just


    trash-talked him in front of Winona''s


    parents! Just how much did she adore Winona?! It seemed his mom hadpletely given up on the idea of them getting together:


    In the living room, Ridley and Caroline Newsom, seeing how sincere the Hubers were, immediately gave their answer. "Of course we''re willing. As long as Winona has no objections we


    certainly have no objections.