Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

However, anyone with an ounce of intelligence would comprehend that Queenie was poking at Jasmine's selfish agenda when Jasmine said she wanted to be taken care of by Colin solely.

I had to admit that Jasmine demonstrated exceptional patience. Despite being mocked and insulted, her friendly facade never broke. She continued with a smile, "You're reading way too much into it, Queenie."

Somebody definitely felt guilty now. It wasn't Queenie or me, for sure.

"Knowing your honest character, Jasmine, I'm sure you won't guilt-trip Colin into repaying the favor you gave him. Besides, why would we doubt you? Anyway, since you're new here, you probably don't know about this. Colin is very popular at Jesselton College.

"Many women know that he's taken, but they keep throwing themselves at him. They have no shame at all. Fortunately, Colin is a man of integrity. He rejects all those beautiful, young, or rich women and remains loyal to Lulu.

"Those people can only envy her. I mean, why would those women abandon their moral principles and choose someone unavailable? Those women know he's unavailable, but they go for him nonetheless. Where's their decency? Where's the class a woman should have?

"Where's their intellectuality as a student of Jesselton College? Don't you agree, Jasmine?"

Queenie was certainly a champion. She went on a tirade until she became out of breath. She only stopped when her face turned bluish and she began heaving. The frustration in her eyes indicated that she had many more things to say. But those words were cut short by her weakened state. That said, what she said was enough to make Jasmine spill her drink. She had it coming when she tried to take Colin away from me. Jasmine, still as patient and composed as ever, continued to smile despite the sarcasm hurled at her. Only she knew what was hiding behind that amicable face of hers.

"Can you blame them for going for someone handsome? Most women are superficial. That's to be expected."

"Everyone is vain. That's normal. But they should focus on improving their beauty instead of stealing from others. Some may sugarcoat it and call it fighting for their love. But where I'm from, those women are called homewreckers. They exist to destroy relationships.

"And to do that, some use their bodies or even devise nefarious schemes. Can you believe it? They're young. They should spend the time and energy on something more productive. What a shame."

Jasmine was on the verge of lashing out. Several sweat beads appeared on her nose, and she looked at Colin for help.

However, Colin, as I expected, didn't even bat an eye at her. He refilled my glass and asked if I liked the food.

Throughout the conversation, he took a non-participating and non-intervening role. He listened stoically as the three of us played the game of wits. Yet, he was discreetly taking sides with his actions. His smugness only showed when he glanced at me. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Three women were arguing for his attention. Naturally, he felt haughty and cocky as a man.

"Enough talking. Let's eat. Queenie, this is your oatmeal. I added some condiments. Tell me if you like it." Thinking that we had made our message clear to Jasmine, Andrew brought the conversation back to dinner. He felt that it had gone for far too long.

"That's right, Queenie. You should eat more. Look at how sick you are. You need to eat more if you want to recover sooner."

I snuggled up to Queenie's side, but she grabbed my noggin and pushed me away. "Stay away from me. I don't need you to remind me of how single I am."