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 uncontroble disgust.
It made <b>his </b>skin crawl.
Right now, he still felt that revulsion.
He wanted to fling Jean’s hand off, to shake off the <b>dark</b>, 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 <b>over </b>in <b>the </b>garden<b>.” </b>
Rn thought to himself. Oh wow, is he really about to <b>talk </b>to a girl alone?
The rest of the court thought to themselves. <b>Is </b><b>that </b>actually Winston?t What is happening?!
The girls watching from the sidelines couldn’t believe their eyes. Their emotions were all over the ce.
“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<b>?</b><b>” </b>
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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 <b>could </b>scream. She must’ve pulled something on him…
“I object. Ipletely object to this <b>situation</b>!”
Jean followed Winston into the nearby garden..
“So, the teacher made you pick up <b>trash </b>on the field?” Winston asked <b>as </b>he listened to her exnation, his <b>sharp </b><b>brows </b><b>faintly </b>furrowed.
Along the way, Jean had already filled <b>him </b>in <b>on </b><b>most </b>of what had happened,
She hadn’t gone out of her way <b>to </b>approach her brother <b>just </b>for fun or for a recognition scene at school–no, it <b>was </b>because-
She wanted Wiquor’s help to fight back and set things <b>straight</b>.
When you’ve got a powerful backer standing right there, why wouldn’t you <b>lean </b><b>on </b>them<b>! </b>
Otherwise, it would all just be too damn frustrating!
“I get it “Winston said with a small nod. His face was calm, his striking features cloaked in a thu, sey indifference.
invoux she couldn’t read what he was thinking
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Jean had no idea her wild train of thoughts was being heard loud and clear. She pressed her lips together and was just about to walk off when Winston suddenly spoke.
“Don’t bother with the field. Just go back to ss.”
“Back to ss?” <b>Jean’s </b>eyes widened. “But Ms. Wendy…”
“Just go. I’ll take care of the rest, Winston said, his voice crisp and unwavering. <b>There </b>was something solid and dependable in the way he <b>said </b>it, like a weight had just lifted off her chest.
Jean didn’t argue. She did exactly as her brother said and strutted back to ss.
She still didn’t know what Winston nned to do for her.
But who cared? If the sky fell, Winston would be the one holding it up. Confidence restored.
At that moment-
Wendy was sitting in the office, focused on grading homework.
The other teachers <b>all </b>had sses, so she was alone.
Suddenly, there was <b>a </b>knock at the door.
It was light, almost casual
Wendy responded instinctively. “Come in.”
Footsteps echoed behind <b>her</b>, unhurried and indifferent. Then a cold voice called out-
“Ms. Wendy.”
Wendy stopped writing and looked up-
Only to see a stunning <b>white</b>–haired boy standing tall right in front of her.
His chin was slightly lifted, his lips curved into a cool, nearly invisible smirk.
“I just want to <b>ask</b>,” he said tly, “what exactly did <b>Jean </b>do wrong for you to punish her?”
Wendy frowned. Who was this <b>kid</b>? And what was his rtionship to Jean? Why was he confronting her?
She stood up, her face turning stern. “I had my <b>reasons </b>for punishing Jean. She misbehaved, in and simple. <b>And </b>who are you, exactly!”
Wendy <b>didn’t </b>recognize Winston. In fact, she wasn’t very familiar with the <b>high </b>school students <b>at </b><b>all</b>.
She searched her memory, but this white–haired kid didn’t ring any bells. Relieved, she hardened her tone.
“And is this how you <b>think </b>it’s appropriate to speak to a teacher?”
A shadow the kered through Winston’s eyes. The chill in his expression spread like frost.
Talking to mors was exhausting
He took a step back, ncedzily toward the door, and let his pride show without restraint “Good I wasn’t in the mood to talk to you anyway. You can talk to that person intrad
That person! What
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The next moment, the principal hurst through the door, out of breath.
He didn’t <b>even </b>nce at Wendy. His eyes were locked on Winston,
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Inside, he was screaming prayers. Please, please don’t let this young lord lose his temper or I’m done for. He’d always known Winst
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Winston and Jean were enrolled at Sterford Academy, which meant he’d been living on edge since day
Winston was famous, his identity well known. No one dared cross <b>him</b>.
But Jean was a different <b>story </b>
She kept such a <b>low </b>profile it was almost suspicious. She didn’t want her identity exposed. She rejected special treatment,
<b>And </b>now, someone had messed with her. <b>And </b>managed to drag <b>Winston </b>into it.
This was a nightmare.
<b>The </b>principal was in full <b>panic </b>mode. If they actually pissed off the Ginger family-
He shivered, his face going pale.
He didn’t even want to imagine what would happen.
“Wendy, what the hell is going on?!” he demanded, storming over. His voice was full of anger and bitter disappointment.
Wendy was stunned. She stood frozen in ce.
She had no idea what she’d done wrong.
“Sir.. let me exin…” Wendy bit her lip and tried to <b>speak</b>.
“There’s nothing left <b>to </b><b>exin</b>,” the <b>principal </b>said, shaking his head in disappointment. “Wendy, start preparing for reassignment.”
Reassignment?
Wendy stumbled backward, crashing into the desk behind her. Her eyes went wide in disbelief.
When Jean returned to ss<b>, </b>all eyes were on her.
Then came the whispers.
“She’s back already?”
“Didn’t Ms. Wendy send her to pick up <b>trash</b>? Did she ditch?”
“She’s totally getting in troubleter. She didn’t even finish her punishment. What a joke”
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