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 ssroom. It had been a while since he hade to school,


    and today he finally resumed his sses.


    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 tofort 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."


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    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,cking 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 canpare. Even if a goddess stood here, she wouldn''t


    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 nced 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


    tasty."


    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 toe 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 embarrassedst


    time.


    ncing 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 toe 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 ept 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."