You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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 cto 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, | brought you some

delicious snacks from home. These are all your favorites. Don't cry. | have scrystal 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, letwipe them first. I'll find you stissue," 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. "Con, have a piece of crystal cake. They were specially

made by the chefs at my house, better than anything from a restaurant. | 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 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 sfor you

every day from now on," Westbrook said.

Kiki rolled her eyes at Westbrook, "We have maids at home, | 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 avoidare willing to take care ofnow. Whatever | want, they'll prepare for me."

"Oh, who's this? Finally back at school after disappearing for so long? Last t| heard, you wet your pants. | thought you'd never

dare to cback," said a sharp-tongued boy who swaggered over, mocking Westbrook. His family had connections in the

education system, so he knew sunknown 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 cto 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, | 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 tKiki 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 tfor 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 | haven't been at school."

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