hapter 431 If You’re Happy, I’m Happy Too
But the message wasn’t from the person Jean had been anxiously waiting for.
It was from Winston.
A wave of disappointment hit her, but she still tapped the chat window open.
Winston: “Why’d you log off so fast? Where’d you go?”
Jean: “The awards ceremony was over, so I just logged off”
The truth was, she’d been trying to reach Dalton.
Winston: “I was going to log off too, but the officials pulled me into a post–game interview. Took longer than I thought.”
Jean: “Wow, didn’t expect it to be that official.”
Winston: “Don’t even remind me…”
Winston: “Anyway, thanks for everything these past two days. Really. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have won the championship.”
Jean smiled.
Jean: “Whoa, that’s kind of dramatic. I’m actually a little flattered.”
Jean: “No need to be so formal. I told you I’d help you, and once I commit to something, I go all in.”
Jean: “If you’re happy, I’m happy too.”
Winston: “You…”
Jean replied with a cute bunny sticker.
Winston: “By the way-”
Winston: “Dalton logged off right after the game. Did he say anything to you?”
Jean let out a quiet sigh.
Jean: “No idea where he went.”
Jean: “I messaged him, but he hasn’t replied. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Winston: “He really hasn’t answered?”
Jean: “Why would I lie about that?“/
Winston: “I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean… how long has it been?”
Jean: “I messaged him twice, even tried calling. Nothing. Maybe his phone isn’t on him…”
Winston didn’t reply right away.
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Chapter 431 If You’re Happy, I’m Happy Too
About thirty seconds later, another message came in.
Winston: “So he’s basically gone dark?”
Jean: “Hey! Don’t make it sound so serious!”
Jean: “You’re making it worse than it is.”
As she typed, her phone suddenly lit up with an incoming call.
Jean’s heart jumped.
Dalton was calling her back.
She didn’t even think–she picked up immediately. “Hello? Is that you?”
She heard a soft cough, then Dalton’s voice, low and shaking. “Sorry I haven’t replied.”
His voice was hoarse and weak, so faint it barely sounded like him.
Jean’s heart sank. She felt a wave of unease settle over her chest.
“What’s wrong?” Her brow furrowed. Her tone sharpened. “Are you sick?”
Dalton’s voice came again, almost a whisper. “I just needed rest…”
Before he could finish, a fit of coughing cut him off-
Then the call dropped.
Jean froze, phone clutched tightly in her hand.
Her heart lurched.
She immediately called him back.
They hadn’t finished talking.
Him hanging up like that–something wasn’t right.
Her whole body was tense, anxiety tightening around her like a vice.
-But the call rang and rang-
No answer.
As if that brief conversation had never happened at all.
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