Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

The supermarket had ten floors. They sold stationery, food, and underwear on the first through fourth floors. I had never been to the upper floors. There should be a brilliant display of goodies.

The stationery here was diverse, of high quality, and affordable prices. Lecturers and students from the Department of Fine Arts enjoyed coming here to purchase materials.

I found a commonly used brand and selected the color and amount based on the remaining paints in Crystal House. Then, I went to the checkout counter with a large bag of things.

The supermarket had a spiral staircase. The center of the huge venue was empty and equipped with a sightseeing elevator from top to bottom. There was a dazzling array of promotional ideas for various brands.

There weren't many people checking out. The girl who served me had a lovely smile. When she grinned, she looked even sweeter.

I looked at her name tag and found her name to be Margaret. That nice name suited the girl perfectly. After picking up my stuff and turning around, I noticed a familiar figure on the first-floor escalator.

A tall man was pushing a wheelchair. He bent slightly and appeared to be listening to the person in the wheelchair. The woman in the wheelchair had long hair and a small blanket covering her legs.

I suddenly fixed my gaze on them, and my heart sank. Because of the angle, I couldn't see what those two people looked like. They appeared in the blink of an eye. I couldn't be sure whether they were the same person I knew.

However, his tall figure and meticulous hairstyle reminded me of the person in my heart.

I picked up the things I just bought and dashed toward the escalator. When I arrived, they were no longer present. Only a few customers were walking by, carrying bags with daily necessities.

Where had they gone? It only took me a few minutes to get over there. They shouldn't have disappeared. Or was the image I saw just now just my fantasy, and they never appeared? Was I so exhausted recently that I recognized the wrong person?

Did I see it wrong? No, that person had always been in my heart. There was no way I could recognize the wrong person.

During my studies, my parents always reminded me to protect my eyesight. As a painter, having bad eyesight would impair my color judgment.

When I was a child, I used to do eye exercises several times a day. I had participated in almost all kinds of vision-strengthening training. Mom took excellent care of my eye hygiene.

I wouldn't recognize the wrong person. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Was that man Colin? Didn't he say he was busy and had a client meeting, so he might be homeday How could he have gotten here white pushing a wheelchair? Content

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Who might be the woman in the wheelchair? Did he know any other women in wheelchairs? The answer was evident.

My heart kept falling, and my limbs grew chilly.

Was it a coincidence? There were numerous coincidences throughout the world.

Or could it be that someone conspired to make me see that scene?

My mind was in chaos. I got an indescribable feeling. It appeared like sadness, pain, or anger at being lied to.

I shouldn't overthink it. How could Colin have lied to me?

We agreed to speak out when

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making arbitrary assumptions. So whatif that man was him? He must have a reason.

That was right. Colin wouldn't lie to me.