Chapter 434 I Know Nothing About Him
He seriously had the nerve to think about coffee at a time like this?
Jean blinked, unable to keep up with Winston’s train of thought. “Coffee<i>… </i>seriously?<i>” </i>
“You’re not the least bit worried?”
She gave him a look.
Winston lowered his eyes. His gaze turned unreadable, like murky water.
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“If he’s really sick,” he said slowly, “he’s probably being treated right now. Whether I show up sooner orter won’t change that. I’m not a doctor.”
“Going early orte won’t make a difference.”
Jean pressed her lips together and didn’t reply.
You’re scarily <i>rational </i><i>sometimes</i><i>. </i>
Winston’s brow twitched slightly when he heard that.
But instead of responding, he shifted the topic back. “So? Want coffee or not?”
“You’re kind of nervous, aren’t you?” Jean said suddenly, eyes sharp as they locked onto him.
Winston narrowed his gaze. “Nervous?”
“Yeah. They say going back to somewhere familiar makes people more anxious, not less,” Jean said matter- of–factly. “You’re not exactly walking in there with your head held high, are you? A little uneasy?”
Jean had hit closer to the mark than she realized. Winston’s lips pressed into a faint, downward curve.
He wasn’t exactly nervous.
But the truth was going to Dalton’s ce again after all these years… it wasn’t simple.
He didn’t even know if Dalton still lived there.
And if he did–what would he think, seeing Winston show up out of the blue?
Yeah, he had doubts.
He figured having a coffee first might help settle those mixed emotions.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Jean tilted her head. “Did I guess right?”
Winston gave her a helpless shake of the head, then reached out and ruffled the back of her hair lightly. “Don’t overthink it. Do I look like someone who gets nervous that easily?”
Jean gave him a sly smile. “That’s debatable.”
“Forget the coffee. Let’s just go.” She reached out and grabbed his arm. “The sooner we see how he’s doing, the sooner we can stop worrying.”
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She gave his arm a yful tug, a gentle curve on her lips, her eyes glimmering like clear spring water in sunlight.
Something in Winston’s chest softened.
The weight pressing on him cased just a little, like his heart had been soaked in something warm and quiet.
He couldn’t help but smile faintly and gave her a nod.
In Winston’s memory, Dalton had once lived alone in a private house.
Back then, whenever he went over to hang out, that was the ce.
Dalton had no parents around–just a few bodyguards and house staff.
He once told Winston he needed space from his parents, wanted to live a little freely.
But Winston had always suspected the truth was moreplicated.
<i>Dalton’s </i><i>background </i><i>was</i><i>… </i><i>different</i>.
His parents weren’t exactly the kind you could easily introduce, and his actual home likely wasn’t <i>a </i>ce guests were weed.
Dalton had never told Winston who his parents were.
He never revealed what kind of family he came from.
And Winston had never asked.
Back then, he genuinely didn’t care what kind of background Dalton had.
If Dalton didn’t want to talk about it, he’d pretend not to notice. He’d never bring it up.
<i>Sure</i><i>, </i><i>maybe </i>it <i>was </i><i>a </i><i>little </i><i>one</i><i>–</i><i>sided</i>.
Dalton knew everything about his family. But he knew next to nothing about Dalton’s.
Still, back then, none of that had mattered… not to him.
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