Chapter 1890: He Learned To Restrain Himself
Chapter 1890: He Learned To Restrain Himself
Chapter 1890: He Learned to Restrain Himself
Anderson deeply abhorred hearing the words "with a purpose." There used to be a barrier between Fair
and him, and Athena was involved with Fair. Now that they had finally cleared up the misunderstanding
and reconciled, he didn't want to hear anyone sowing discord.
"Wah, wah, wah..." Kiki cried and ran away, covering her face with her small hands. She returned to her
seat, sobbing convulsively, her shoulders shaking incessantly.
At that moment, Westbrook entered the classroom. It had been a while since he had come to school,
and today he finally resumed his classes.
Before he even stepped in, he heard Kiki crying from a distance. He hurried in, rushing to Kiki's side.
Seeing her crying, he quickly patted her on the back to comfort her. "Kiki, Kiki, what's wrong? Why are
you crying? Don't cry, don't cry. Look, I brought you some delicious snacks from home. These are all
your favorites. Don't cry. I have some crystal cakes for you. I'll get them for you."
Kiki looked up, her teary eyes evoking sympathy.
Seeing this, Westbrook hurriedly tried to find tissues to help her wipe her tears. Not finding any, he
used his sleeve to wipe Kiki's cheeks.
"Go away, your clothes will get dirtier!" Kiki pouted, looking displeased.
"Alright, let me wipe them first. I'll find you some tissue," Westbrook said, looking around. Finally, he
managed to find a pack of napkins from his desk and quickly offered them to Kiki.
"I'll help you wipe," he said, lifting Kiki's little face and carefully wiping her eyes, his movements
sincere, lacking the arrogance and domineering demeanor he had before. Upon closer inspection,
there was a hint of tenderness in his actions.
Kiki did not refuse. Even after her tears were wiped away, she was still upset, her chest heaving with
suppressed anger.
Observing this, Westbrook saw Anderson sitting not far away, looking indifferent. He could guess that
Anderson must have made Kiki cry.
At that moment, another boy approached Westbrook and told him, "Anderson just showed a picture of
a girl, even prettier than Kiki, saying she's the girl he likes. So Kiki felt hurt."
Wide-eyed, Westbrook quickly reassured her, "Pretty or not, everyone has their own preferences. In my
eyes, Kiki is the most beautiful, no one can compare. Even if a goddess stood here, she wouldn't
compare to Kiki."
The boy smirked, "But she really is a goddess."
Westbrook gave the boy a warning look, "Enough, stop it."
The boy quickly ran off, making a grimace as he looked back.
Westbrook took out the snacks he had brought and tried to please Kiki. "Come on, have a piece of
crystal cake. They were specially made by the chefs at my house, better than anything from a
restaurant. I had them made fresh this morning and brought them for you."
Kiki glanced at them and they did look very tempting, translucent and adorned with osmanthus, with a
jelly-like texture.
She had eaten very little in the morning, and now, she felt a little hungry after being coaxed by
Westbrook.
She took a piece of the crystal cake and had a bite. Having been coldly rejected by Anderson earlier,
now with a boy trying to cheer her up, she naturally wanted to assert herself.
Nervously, Westbrook asked, "How is it? Is it good?"
"It's okay," Kiki nodded.
Westbrook smiled and quickly took out another box. "Try this one too. Mung bean cake, it's also very
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After finishing the crystal cake, Kiki waved her hand, "I'm full, who can eat so much. Do you think I'm a
pig?"
"Hehe, as long as you like it. If you can't finish it now, save it for lunch. It's still better than the school
food. I'll bring some for you every day from now on," Westbrook said.
Kiki rolled her eyes at Westbrook, "We have maids at home, I don't need you to bring anything."
Scratching his head, Westbrook said, "Oh, but the chefs at my house are top-notch. Lately, they've
been really good to me. Even the maids who used to avoid me are willing to take care of me now.
Whatever I want, they'll prepare for me."
"Oh, who's this? Finally back at school after disappearing for so long? Last time I heard, you wet your
pants. I thought you'd never dare to come back," said a sharp-tongued boy who swaggered over,
mocking Westbrook. His family had connections in the education system, so he knew some unknown
inside stories of the school.
Upon hearingthis, Westbrook's face immediately darkened. He had indeed been embarrassed last
time.
Glancing at the indifferent Anderson, as if he hadn't heard, what could he do even if he knew it was
Anderson who had set him up? The Saunders family had been in big trouble recently, and it was thanks
to Anderson's parents helping out that the Saunders family had been saved from a disaster. Just for
this reason, he couldn't afford to offend Anderson. Moreover, Carlo had repeatedly warned him not to
conflict with Anderson if he wanted to come to school.
"Did you see it with your own eyes? Don't make things up if you didn't see it," Westbrook retorted.
"Tch. You don't dare admit it. Westbrook, I heard your mom died. What, did she take your courage with
her? Let's see how arrogant you can be in the future. You're just a motherless child," the boy said. He
used to fear Westbrook and had been bullied by him, now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted
to retaliate against Westbrook.
It was the first time Kiki had heard about this. She looked up and asked, "Ah, really?"
In her eyes, there was a touch of sympathy. She had grown up in a single-parent family and had never
felt the warmth of both parents, so she could understand the feeling.
Westbrook clenched his fists. His mother had passed away, and he had only just found out. When he
learned about it, he cried for days, unable to accept it. Now, to hear such a tragic event spoken of so
casually by others, as if discussing the weather, made him furious. But he didn't want to cause trouble
at school. If he stirred up trouble on his first day back at school, he was afraid his father would give up
on him. His father was already reluctant to see him again; he had overheard the servants gossiping,
saying he wasn't his father's biological child. He was terrified. His mother had died, his father wasn't his
biological father... what did he even mean to the Saunders family? So, he learned to restrain himself.
It wasn't the time for him to indulge himself. From now on, if he wanted to continue existing in the
Saunders family, if he wanted to keep being the young master of the Saunders family, he had to be
cautious, restrain his temper. This was Carlo's repeated advice to him. Although he didn't quite
understand, he was starting to learn to read people's moods.
Though angry, Westbrook only said, "Yes. My mother passed away from illness. That's why I haven't
been at school."