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The Family 458

    Chapter 458 I Actually Wanted to Come Too


    Without hesitation, Jean pressed the doorbell.


    Momentster, she heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps.


    With a soft click, the door swung open.


    Winston’s pale, gaunt face came into view.


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    He stood there, his eyes loweredzily. His gazended on Jean first, expression unreadable. Then his eyes shifted-


    And his cold starended on Dominic behind her.


    In that instant, Winston’s eyes seemed to freeze over. He narrowed them slightly, and a subtle wave of hostility emanated from him.


    Jean noticed it.


    She cleared her throat quickly and tried to ease the tension.


    “Don’t get worked up. No matter what–At least let use in first.”


    Winston didn’t budge. He remained standing there, his gaze locked on Dominic.


    Dominic met his eyes.


    His lips were pressed into a thin line, his expression solemn.


    The air between them grew colder and heavier.


    Jean reached over and patted Winton’s hand, her tone tinged with slight exasperation.


    “Hey, aren’t you going to let us in or


    What?”


    It was as if Winston had just snapped out of it. He blinked, stepped back, and opened the door wide.


    Without saying a word, he turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving behind a cold and distant figure.


    Jean turned to look at Dominic behind her and winked yfully. She lowered her voice.


    “You okay? Try to be a little understanding. He’s not in a good mood right now… kind of emotional.”


    Dominic nodded in acknowledgment.


    “I know.”


    They both stepped inside.


    Jean nced around, taking in the space.


    It was spacious and open.


    Comfortable. Luxurious, even.


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    Chapter 4581 Actually Wanted to Come Too


    Seeing how well Winston was living, she finally felt relieved.


    She gave a small, satisfied nod.


    Dominic also quietly scanned the interior. His expression remained calm and neutral


    When they reached the living room-


    Winston, despite his displeasure, had still poured two cups of hot tea for them and neatly ced them on the coffee table.


    “Not much to offer. Just make do,” he said coolly, ncing at the tea.


    “You’re being too polite, Winston.” Jean gave a smallugh and tugged at the corners of her mouth.


    She tilted her head slightly, examining Winston’s half–dead look, then suddenly grew serious.


    “Sorry. I didn’t give you a heads–up. I brought Dominic with me.”


    At her words, Winston only gave Dominic a nce, saying nothing in response.


    “I actually wanted toe,” Dominic said firmly, his eyes locked on Winston’s profile.


    Winston’s gaze flickered faintly.


    At this point, Jean didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore.


    The whole <i>reason </i><i>I </i><i>brought </i><i>Dominic </i><i>here </i><i>was </i><i>to </i><i>mediate </i><i>between </i><i>them</i>.


    <i>If </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>just </i><iy </i><i>things </i><i>out </i><i>now</i>, <i>the </i>two <i>of </i><i>them </i><i>might </i><i>never </i><i>take </i><i>the </i>first <i>step</i><i>. </i>


    “Winston.”


    She looked up into his dimmed eyes.


    “I know you’ve got a lot of unresolved feelings toward the Ginger family- And the one at <i>the </i>heart of it all… is Dominic, right?”


    The moment those words left her lips, Winston’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at her, his handsome features suddenly tense.


    <i>How </i><i>did </i><i>she </i>know?


    <i>I </i><i>never </i><i>told </i><i>her </i><i>anything</i>…


    At the same time, Dominic was frozen in ce, stunned. The light in his eyes flickered violently. His entire body went rigid.


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