NovelFastChapter 443 Don't Be Sad Thump, thump, thump-it was getting faster.
43 Pearls Winston clenched his teeth and let out a cold laugh, the expression on his face utterly devoid of emotion "Got it." He ended the call.
Then he closed his eyes.
His facial muscles tightened reflexively. His fingers curled tightly around his phone, knuckles pale and rigid from the force of his grip.
At the stime- Jean had just returned home, only to find that Sienna and Dominic still hadn't cback yet She went straight to her bedroom, just about to change clothes, when her phone started ringing It was Winston.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe picked up, sounding relaxed. "What's up?" "GiveDalton's contact info," Winston said, his voice cool and sharp like spring water with an edge of urgency hiding beneath the surface.
Jean blinked, surprised for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. "Why didn't you just askearlier? If you wanted it, you should've said so." Winston didn't respond right away. He pressed his lips together and fell silent.
Back then, he hadn't wanted to get too involved with Dalton again-hadn't even considered needing his number. Later, thinking Dalton might reach out on his own, he'd left the initiative in his hands-telling the housekeeper to have Dalton call him.
But then Dalton responded with that.
So be it.
He would be the one to take the first step now.
If Dalton wouldn't cto him, then he'd go to Dalton.
Step one: get the contact info.
He'd finally crossed that line.
What he once dismissed, even sneered at, had becsomething he now had to fight for.
He wasn't even sure what he was clinging to anymore...
Was it guilt? A desire for closure? Maybe he just needed an explanation-something to make sense of the fracture that had haunted his youth.
1/2 09:18 Wed, 11 Jun Chapter 443 Don't Be Sad "I don't want to wait around for him to reach out anymore," Winston said quietly. "I want to call him myself." Jean smiled faintly, warmth rising in her chest. "Took your long enough." "But... he's probably not in a good state right now," she added with a small frown. “When I tried reaching him before, he didn't respond. He's probably undergoing treat. Even if you do have his number, theres no guarantee he'll answer." "He's able to talk now," Winston said flatly.
Jean raised a brow. "And how would you know that?" But she caught herself before he could answer.
"Wait-did he call the housekeeper? And then she contacted you?" Winston paused, then let out a quiet "yeah."
Jean could already piece the rest together. A sly smile tugged at her lips.
"Letguess he didn't say anything nice?" Silence.
All she could hear was Winston's shallow breathing on the other end of the line. She shook her head with a small laugh. "Don't be sad." "I'm not sad," Winston said quickly.
Jean nodded knowingly. "Right, right-you're not sad." "I'll send you his contact now. The rest... is up to you." Once the call ended, Jean sent the number over immediately.
Whatever history existed between them-whatever was stillunresolved it was something only the two of them could face. Send Gifts
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