Chapter 485
Chapter 485
Mr. Simmons Sr. took a sip of water, set the insulated cup back on the table, and snapped.
“Win her back, my ass!
“Are you out of your damn mind?
“If you were ready to risk everything back then, why did you hurt her this badly? And now you want to win her back? Life doesn’t work that way p>
Although he was Chris’s grandfather, Mr. Simmons Sr. had always been fair to a fault. Right was right, and wrong was wrong. Family was no exception.
Even if his own daughter were standing in front of him today, speaking up for Chris, he would scold her
too.
Sitting there scolding him wasn’t enough to relieve his anger, so he stood up, pointed at Chris, and
continued.
“I don’t care how much pain you’ve been carrying. You caused this mess, so you need to live with the consequences. A woman is meant to be loved and cherished, not hurt. I don’t even want to waste my breath listing all the stupid things you’ve done.
“If you want to win her back, slow down first. With the way Winnie feels about you right now, the harder you push, the more she’ll pull away. Don’t actually drive her into a corner p>
He looked at Chris, both angry and helpless.
He knew Chris’s temper better than anyone. He had watched him grow up p>
But no matter what, Chris was still his own grandson. Once he was done scolding him, that was enough.
“Focus on recovering first p>
Chris said nothing.
Mr. Simmons Sr. slapped him on the shoulder and scolded, “Did you hear me or not p>
Chris’s injury was right on his shoulder and back. The slap sent pain shooting through him, but he didn’t so much as flinch. He didn’t even frown.
“There’s something else I’ve been hiding from you p>
Mr. Simmons Sr. had just been wondering if he had hit him too hard. But the moment he heard that, his brows drew together.
No wonder Chris had stayed quiet.
He was guilty.
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“What did you do behind my back this time p>
“Sit down first,” Chris said, giving him a meaningful look.
Ten years ago, Chris had kept it from him that he was working undercover at the border. He had only told Mr. Simmons Sr. after leaving the military and returning to Liono City.
Even back then, Chris hadn’t asked him to sit down before saying it.
Could this be even worse than that?
But Chris was no longer the reckless young man he had been, the kind who charged ahead on emotion alone. There was nothing he couldn’t handle on his own, and nothing he acted on without thinking it through first.
The more Mr. Simmons Sr. thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
What was it?
Suspicious, he sat back down on the sofa and gave Chris a cold snort.
“Say it p>
Chris’s eyes darkened slightly.
“Actually, the child Winter and I had is still alive p>
“What p>
Gavin was standing outside the ward when Mr. Simmons Sr.’s roar suddenly erupted from inside.
He didn’t flinch. He turned his head and saw Wendy stepping out of the elevator, arms loaded with bags, walking past him toward Winter’s room.
As she passed, Wendy’s eyes instinctively dropped to Gavin’s chest.
It was warm out, and he had on nothing but a fitted black long–sleeved shirt. He was built, and what would have hung loose on most men clung to him like a second skin.
Wendy raised an eyebrow.
She had already noticed that he had a decent body under that tactical jacket, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and legs that went on forever.
She just hadn’t expected him to look this good without the jacket.
“What are you looking at p>
Gavin’s attitude was as cold as ever. Meeting Wendy’s not–so–innocent gaze, he crossed his arms and
looked down at her.
He had met all kinds of women before, but very few had ever checked him out this openly.
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Wendy was bold enough to have dirty thoughts, but not quite bold enough to own them.
After getting caught staring, the tips of her ears turned faintly red. Still, she forced herself to act experienced.
“What’s wrong with looking?” she said. “If you’re going to have a chest like that, people are going to
notice p>
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