Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

When the group arrived home, it took everyone more than an hour to settle Queenie down comfortably in the guest room. Feeling perhaps safe in a familiar environment, she fell asleep rather quickly.

Laura went to brew her something delicious and nutritious while Andrew and I sat on the couch in silence.

Recalling the image of Queenie collapsing on the floor, I first felt fear, then I cried. I cried and cried.

I felt terrible for Queenie. She was such a sweet girl, but she was done wrong by Flynn. He was a jerk. Not to mention that baby who didn't have a chance to see this world. The baby deserved all the love in the world. But due to her irresponsible father, she had to leave her mother.

I felt guilty and stupid. Why didn't I notice that Queenie was pregnant? Why didn't I take better care of her?

If she was sent to the hospital a second later, she could have died.

"Andrew, Queenie is a very sweet girl. But she isn't lucky. You-"

I wanted to tell him that while Queenie used to date Flynn and even bore his child once, she was nonetheless the purest soul in the world. She had only misplaced her trust in a jerk.

If he was okay with that, he should do her right. If not, he should leave her and not give her any false hope. Otherwise, her heart would be broken once again when she fell in love with him.

His family was way more influential than Flynn's. They could get rid of Queenie as easily as they could squash a bug. I knew she wouldn't be able to survive it if the same thing happened twice.

Andrew met my eyes. He was solemn and sincere. "Luna, Flynn and she took a vow together, but he broke it nonetheless. I don't want to hand out any sweet promises. I just want you to know that you can

entrust her to me. If one day I fail her, I'll take my own life before you or anyone asks.

"Worry not. I'll avenge her. I won't let her suffer for nothing. Never."

He would take his own life? What a crazy promise, yet it was deeply moving.

If he was telling the truth, a happy life awaited Queenie.

To think that someone in this world would shower Queenie in love, to deliver her from the abyss of suffering and give her happiness... I was touched. So, I sobbed even harder.

Just when I was nothing but a teary mess, the door flung wide open.

A handsome, lanky man looked at me with his gentle yet concerned eyes, his hand still holding the keys. He gazed at me affectionately.

Colin was back!

Today was Saturday. Instead of hanging out with friends, he came to keep me company.

Oh, that was the Colin I missed, alright. He was the Colin who would never make me cry or upset. He was back.

"Why are you crying? What happened? Tell me." Colin stashed the keys inside his pockets and rushed toward me, not even bothering to change into slippers. He knelt before me and held the hands on my knees.

His calloused thumb wiped the tears on my face, and his voice was weary from rushing here.

I felt something fuzzy within me. As I took in the pinewood smell on him, I calmed down. Yet more tears came gushing out of my eyes, blotting my face as they mixed with my snot.

I was moved. But why was I feeling so bad that I wanted to cry out loud? I wasn't supposed to be a crybaby!

Colin had never seen me cry this hard before. When no amount of consolation worked, he sighed and held me in his arms. He uttered words of comfort into my ears and said all the romantic lines he knew before I stopped crying.

Half an hour had already passed by when Colin gave me the towel to clean my face. The door was still ajar.

Thinking that my loud sobs might have reached the neighbors downstairs, I blushed. I stood up to close the door, but I saw three individuals standing outside. They couldn't come in because they weren't invited yet. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

And they looked at me with an awkward smile.