Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I didn't dare to mention Jasmine since I was concerned we'd conclude the call on poor terms.

It wasn't that I didn't trust Colin. I believed in his loyalty, but I also knew his character. He would try to repay her for saving his life.

More precisely, I didn't trust Jasmine. I always believed that when disaster struck, men were more likely to save women. Unless it was accidental, it was uncommon for a woman to save a man. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I didn't want to unscrupulously tell him that she might have done it on purpose and hoped to get repayment from him. However, there was always a possibility.

I felt even more tormented when I knew Jasmine couldn't move her lower limbs. How was Colin, a grown man, going to care for her? What steps did he need to take when she took a shower, changed clothes, and used the bathroom?

I had to stop myself from thinking about that. Otherwise, I'd be uneasy and want to fly over to see where Colin was when Jasmine took a shower. I even wondered if he'd rub her back and dress her with his eyes closed.

I never felt comfortable after learning she was the one who saved him. Many times, I wanted to pull him away and tell him to leave her alone.

However, I couldn't do it. Colin valued duty and morality. He couldn't ignore Jasmine, who got injured by saving him. Furthermore, I couldn't let him get accused of having no conscience.

So, I told myself that I was the only one he loved. He would never do anything to make me sad. I trusted him.

Colin never gave up on me when Felix tormented us at the cost of his life. For Jasmine, he wouldn't give up on me as well.

My confidence sprang from his tremendous love for me.

What puzzled me the most was that Jasmine had severe injuries. If the treatment was ineffective, she might become paralyzed. Why were none of her family by her side?

Where was her home? Who were her parents? She should have relatives, right?

Those doubts lingered in my mind every day, making me suffer. I continuously reminded myself that Colin only loved me. I believed in him.

It wasn't that I didn't dare or couldn't ask him. I believed him, so I didn't need to ask. Though, without asking, I couldn't get an answer, which caused me anxiety and frustration.

I was unhappy and uneasy. I could only keep telling myself it was because I had been separated from Colin for too long, and I missed him. There was no other reason.

When we were chatting at night, he noticed through the screen that all of my painting tools on the desk were missing. He asked me in confusion. Then, I remembered I hadn't told him about my move to Crystal House.

I sent him a few photos of Crystal House. He looked at it for a while, and his expression changed slightly. He appeared displeased and asked me who designed it. It was so childish it resembled a princess house that young girls preferred.

I told him Winston had designed it and deliberately added, "Colin, your EQ is so low. Don't you know that every girl dreams of being a princess since childhood? Owning a dream castle is every girl's dream."

Colin was extremely silent after hearing what I stated that day. He kept staring at me with his deep, dark eyes as if he wanted to look into me.

I couldn't stand this type of communication. He seemed to probe whether I felt guilty for saying such things. I glared at him in dissatisfaction. I didn't do anything wrong with Winston. Why was he so jealous?

Besides, I was the one who should have been jealous. I was innocent, but Colin was with another woman every day. Who knew what would happen between them?