Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

His almond-shaped eyes turned round in disbelief. Once he made sure that he wasn't hallucinating, he laid down his brush and extended his right hand. Then, he greeted me with a smile, "Welcome back, Professor Luna." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I was in a cheery mood, and his polite greeting only made me happier. Playing along, I shook his right hand. "I trust you didn't slack when I was away."

"Of course not, Ma'am. We're hardworking kids." Winston tried to stand up, but he forgot that he was sitting down. He missed his balance and began crashing down on me.

I only saw a white, blurry mess before I felt something landing on top of me. Instinctively, my arms reached out to steady Winston. To my surprise, his lanky frame was quite heavy. Coupled with the inertia, the force shoved me backward. I struggled to stand properly.

Everything happened too quickly. Before we knew it, we crashed on top of each other. If he had not regained his footing in time, I would've been smashed like a patty.

He patted his chest frightfully as he repeated how close we were to a disaster.

"What are you doing?" A husky and stern voice sounded behind me. The soundwave made me shudder.

Winston looked in the direction of the voice, his smile freezing. He quickly gathered himself, scratched the back of his head, and explained that it was an accident.

I saw from the reflection in his eyes that Colin was behind me. In fact, I had guessed as much without the help. His voice was all too familiar to me.

I turned around and met a sullen Colin. His eyes were looking at my right hand, and his brows knitted into a frown. Malice lingered in his eyes. I followed his line of sight and noticed that I was holding

Winston's right hand.

No wonder Colin was green with jealousy.

Hmph. I was just shaking his hand. Wasn't that a normal social gesture? Why was Colin so jealous? Did he ever stop and think about how jealous I got when he ran into the half-naked Jasmine? Content

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I was jealous. He was jealous. Everyone was jealous. Sharing was caring, right?

Winston let go of me quickly, and I withdrew my right hand. Then, I tucked a lock of hair behind my ears as I greeted Colin nonchalantly, "Colin, what are you doing here?"

His expression only relaxed ever so

slightly when Winston's hand was

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no longer on me. Still, he looked displeased, and his voice was strained with anger. "The weather forecast says there'll be rain. came to give you an umbrella. I'll come and pick you up for lunch-tater. Just stay here."

I looked at the blue sky outside. Rain? It sure did not look like it. Besides, couldn't he give me the umbrella when he came to pick me up for lunch later? Did he have to

just an excuse for him to assert his dominance.

e another trip for it? Maybe that

My speculation was later confirmed by Colin at night.

"This place is quite far, but it's alright since it's a holiday today. It'll be more troublesome and time- wasting if there are students here. You can stay here and draw.

"I'll try to find a bigger place near campus. That way, you'll get to have your own painting room and you won't have to commute every day." Colin uttered as he whipped out wet wipes from his pockets. He cleaned my right hand meticulously until the wet wipes were no longer wet.