Chapter 526 Jean, My Favorite Person
Winston’s heart felt as though it had been pricked by a needle; a sharp, scattered ache spread <b>through </b><b>him</b><b>. </b>
He quickly reached out, cupping Jean’s shoulders. “What’s going on?”
When Jean didn’t answer right away, Winston tightened his grip, fingers pressing in. “What are you <b>always </b>thinking about? If I’m not good to you, then who should I be good to
A faint smile tugged at his lips. His arms lengthened subtly, then pulled her in, nearly wrapping Jean entirely in his embrace. “Whether it’s now or in the future, that’s never going to change.”
Jean tilted her head slightly, gazing into her brother’s deep, steady eyes. “What if someonees along who’s even closer to you?”
Jean pondered. Someone bound <i>to </i><i>you </i><i>by </i><i>blood</i>, <i>for </i><i>instance</i>.
Winston’s brows drew tighter. He narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the top of her head. “Someone closer?”
<i>Was </i><i>Jean </i>suggesting <i>that</i><i>, </i><i>someday</i><i>, </i><i>another </i><i>blood </i><i>rtive </i><i>might </i><ie </i><i>into </i><i>my </i><i>life</i><i>? </i>Winston suddenlyughed.
He patted her back lightly, as ifforting a child. “You know I don’t get close to people easily.”
“Even those who share my blood, I never cared about them before, did I?<b>” </b>
He had never paid much mind to the Ginger family.
Although their rtionship had improved over the past few years, in Winston’s heart-
Even among those he considered close, there were still levels; there was still distance<b>. </b>
Jean was the one he felt closest to–the one he most wanted to protect, that much was undeniable.
In all the time they’d spent together over the years, he’d reaffirmed it time and time again.
Jean came before anyone else in the Ginger family; she was his absolute favorite.
Jean couldn’t help but smile slightly at his words. “That’s true…”
<i>But </i>what <i>if </i><i>the </i><i>heroine’s </i><i>aura </i><i>really </i><i>is </i><i>that </i><i>powerful</i><i>–</i><i>so </i><i>powerful </i><i>that </i><i>even </i><i>the </i><i>coldest</i>, most <i>indifferent </i><i>members </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>Ginger </i><i>family </i><i>fall </i><i>for </i><i>it </i><i>in </i><i>an </i><i>instant</i><i>… </i>Winston caught her unspoken thought; his lips pressed into a thin line.
He didn’t fully understand what she meant by “heroine’s aura“…
But he understood her unease; her fear.
“Jean.”
“He gently rested his chin on the top of her head. His voice, deep and maic, carried a calm, grounding
warmth. “Don’t worry. Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here with you.”
There was something else he wanted to say–something hard to put into words.
But the thought had been in his heart for a long time.
<b>Chapter </b>526 Jean, My Favorite Person
<b>He </b>really did <b>love </b>Jean the most.
Hearing him, Jean instinctively grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. “Then <b>you </b><b>have </b><b>to </b><b>keep </b><b>your </b><b>word </b>
A soft curve formed at her lips. “No
what happens… don’t ever abandon me. <b>Always </b><b>stay </b><b>on </b><b>my </b>side.
Winston couldn’t resist reaching out and tapping her nose with his finger. He chuckled. “<b>Even </b><b>if </b><b>you </b><b>didn’t </b>
from all of a sudden?” say it, I’d still… wait, where’s all this insecuritying
Jean kept holding his hand. She lowered her eyes slightly, a flicker of sadness shing beneath <b>her </b><bshes</b>. “Brother, I didn’t fall today on my own<b>…</b>”
Then, she suddenly lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Winston’s warm and solemn expression<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Someone </b>tripped me.”
His eyes froze for a moment, then darkened.
Jean could feel his fingers clenching tighter and tighter.
“Who was it?” Winston asked in a low voice.
This time, Jean didn’t hesitate. She spoke inly. “A ssmate of mine. I don’t think she likes me…”
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