Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Jasmine didn't wear a hospital gown but silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. Because of the unique softness of the silk, she fully exposed her body curves, which was much more attractive than merely seducing.

She lay weakly on the bed. She must have cried just now as her eyes were still a little red.

Her other follower, Baz, stood to the left of the bed. He placed his hands behind his back, displaying his concern.

An elderly woman was massaging Jasmine's lower limbs, occasionally turning her head to wipe her tears, like a mother who felt sorry for her daughter.

I was puzzled. Weren't Jasmine's family members living abroad? Did this woman rush back after hearing that she was injured?

I looked at Colin in confusion. This woman was so distressed that she cried. Could she be Jasmine's mother? It wasn't a serious injury. She wouldn't shed tears if she wasn't close with Jasmine.

Colin shook his head subtly, whispering to me that it was Sophia, the caretaker.

That seemed a little odd.

Didn't Colin hire the caretaker? She couldn't have such a profound relationship with Jasmine in just a few days that she would cry for Jasmine.

According to my understanding of caretakers, they worked hard, received money, and served their employers with professionalism. They wouldn't express any personal feelings toward their employers.

Was there something wrong with my interpretation? Were today's caretakers so responsible? They not only worked hard, but they also put in their emotions.

Colin really found a good caretaker for Jasmine.

When Jasmine spotted Colin, her wet eyes shone brightly. She seemed to want to say something but only smiled shyly.

When I appeared, Jasmine's excitement paused briefly before dissipating, and her smile cracked.

It seemed that my company was unnecessary. More precisely, my presence was unwelcome for her at any time or place.

"Colin, it's late. You didn't have to come. I was too careless to injure myself during rehabilitation. Sorry for making you worry. It doesn't hurt. The wound is small, and I'll be fine soon. Despite Jasmine's

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disappointment, she still cheered herself up and greeted Colin.

She didn't mention me at all. I could tell how much she disliked me.

Jasmine spoke gently and pretended to be strong. She had tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip and refused to let them fall. She looked at Colin longingly and tenderly.

I would have believed Amelia if her story hadn't been far from the truth.

After not seeing Jasmine for a few days, her hypocrisy had increased.

However, was it appropriate for her to do this in front of a man who had a girlfriend?

Colin struggled to deal with Jasmine since she stated such hypocritical things. He pinched my waist as a hint.

I rolled down my sleeves in understanding.

"Jasmine, please don't say that. You're rushing to rehabilitate for everyone's sake, hoping to return to full health as soon as possible. We'll only be happy when you suffer less. Why should we blame you? Content

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She wasn't the only one who knew how to say hypocritical words.

Jasmine's gaze eventually shifted from Colin to me. As if she had just noticed me, she said apologetically, "Lulu are you here too? Sorry, T haven't seen you. Have a seat."

I secretly rolled my eyes. I was here to check on her wound, not to sit. It would only be convenient for her to flirt with my boyfriend if I sat over there.

I walked over, stood beside her bed, and bent down. Then, I carefully observed the wound on her forehead, which left me speechless.