Her Hidden Hero from the Unwritten Page novel Chapter 40

Whitney: [Yes, absolutely!]

The conversation ended.

Whitney's mood was completely lifted. She closed the chat, hesitated for a while, and finally tapped on Seth's profile picture.

She chewed on her fingernail.

Whitney_Goodnight: [Seth, how are things on your end?]

At Luna Bay Villa, House No. 11.

Seth had a cotton swab clamped between his teeth, applying medicinal oil to his waist. His face was untouched, but a massive purplish bruise bloomed across his side.

Seeing Whitney's message, he blinked slowly, grabbed a tissue to wipe the oil off his fingers, and typed back.

Seth: [Home.]

He had replied instantly, instantly putting Whitney at ease.

She continued her show of concern.

Whitney_Goodnight: [That's good, that's good. Did you get hurt?]

Seth: [No.]

Whitney let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. When she found out Seth had gotten into a brawl with those guys, she'd been terrified of getting dragged into the mess.

Whitney_Goodnight: [Seth, you can't be this reckless next time.]

Seth: [Didn't you say he made dirty jokes about you?]

Whitney choked on her next words.

Whitney_Goodnight: [Yeah, but you still shouldn't have started swinging.]

Seth: [He was making crude comments. Do you really think you can reason nicely with trash like that?]

Whitney_Goodnight: [I know, but you're not a kid anymore. You need to act more mature.]

In her head, Whitney automatically compared Seth to Top Dono.

Sure, they both had money, and sure, Seth was young, but he was way too impulsive and immature.

Seth: [Sure.]

Whitney was about to end the conversation when an image suddenly flashed in her mind—the cold, dismissive look Winona had given her at the Ever-Smooth Restaurant during her birthday dinner.

Driven by a sudden, inexplicable impulse, she asked: [If someone made dirty jokes about your sister, would you fight them hard enough to end up in the police station like today?]

She had known Seth for nearly a year and had never once heard him mention having a sister. It was obvious their relationship was terrible.

Could life possibly get any more comfortable than this?

Nope.

She happily flopped onto her bed, just about to boot up a game, when a message popped up from her messaging app contact, X.

X: [Want to copy homework?]

At first, Winona thought Jupiter's brain had short-circuited and he had forgotten he'd already sent it. It was only when she opened the message and clearly saw that pitch-black avatar that she remembered this was Herbert Xavier.

She curled her lip in disgust.

Melancholy Sweetie: [No.]

X: [?]

Winona stared at that lone question mark. If this were her past life, she'd probably be panicking right now, desperate to figure out what she did wrong.

But now? She absolutely despised people who just sent a single question mark.

So, Winona didn't reply.

On the other end of the screen, Herbert sat at his desk, staring at his phone for a full thirty seconds, waiting for a response that never came.