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 bhis /bskin crawl.

Right now, he still felt that revulsion.

He wanted to fling Jean’s hand off, to shake off the bdark/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 bover /bin bthe /bgardenb.” /b

Rn thought to himself. Oh wow, is he really about to btalk /bto a girl alone?

The rest of the court thought to themselves. bIs /bbthat /bactually 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 mindb?/bb” /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 bcould /bscream. She must’ve pulled something on him…

“I object. Ipletely object to this bsituation/b!”

Jean followed Winston into the nearby garden..

“So, the teacher made you pick up btrash /bon the field?” Winston asked bas /bhe listened to her exnation, his bsharp /bbbrows /bbfaintly /bfurrowed.

Along the way, Jean had already filled bhim /bin bon /bbmost /bof what had happened,

She hadn’t gone out of her way bto /bapproach her brother bjust /bfor fun or for a recognition scene at school–no, it bwas /bbecause-

She wanted Wiquor’s help to fight back and set things bstraight/b.

When you’ve got a powerful backer standing right there, why wouldn’t you blean /bbon /bthemb! /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?” bJean’s /beyes widened. “But Ms. Wendy…”

“Just go. I’ll take care of the rest, Winston said, his voice crisp and unwavering. bThere /bwas something solid and dependable in the way he bsaid /bit, 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 ball /bhad sses, so she was alone.

Suddenly, there was ba /bknock at the door.

It was light, almost casual

Wendy responded instinctively. “Come in.”

Footsteps echoed behind bher/b, unhurried and indifferent. Then a cold voice called out-

“Ms. Wendy.”

Wendy stopped writing and looked up-

Only to see a stunning bwhite/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 bask/b,” he said tly, “what exactly did bJean /bdo wrong for you to punish her?”

Wendy frowned. Who was this bkid/b? And what was his rtionship to Jean? Why was he confronting her?

She stood up, her face turning stern. “I had my breasons /bfor punishing Jean. She misbehaved, in and simple. bAnd /bwho are you, exactly!”

Wendy bdidn’t /brecognize Winston. In fact, she wasn’t very familiar with the bhigh /bschool students bat /bball/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 bthink /bit’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 beven /bnce 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 bhim/b.

But Jean was a different bstory /b

She kept such a blow /bprofile it was almost suspicious. She didn’t want her identity exposed. She rejected special treatment,

bAnd /bnow, someone had messed with her. bAnd /bmanaged to drag bWinston /binto it.

This was a nightmare.

bThe /bprincipal was in full bpanic /bmode. 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 bspeak/b.

“There’s nothing left bto /bbexin/b,” the bprincipal /bsaid, 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 ssb, /ball eyes were on her.

Then came the whispers.

“She’s back already?”

“Didn’t Ms. Wendy send her to pick up btrash/b? Did she ditch?”

“She’s totally getting in troubleter. She didn’t even finish her punishment. What a joke”

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