Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1890

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.

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."