Trapped with a Doctor

Chapter 335 Extra Story No. 5 About Pauline Gu

My parents found out that Greta and I had sneaked into the troop unit, but they turned a blind eye to

our mischief, as long as we hadn't been disturbing the soldiers' military trainings.

When I entered junior middle school, the whole school knew that I always had a handsome boy called

Kris going around me. They knew that he wasn't my real brother, but he was my... how to say... They

didn't know exactly what our relationship was, so they assumed that Kris might have been my sworn

brother.

But he was also very protective of me and always acted like my bodyguard.

One day, a pretty girl classmate came up to me and asked cautiously, "What's your relationship with

Kris?"

I answered without hesitation, "He's my brother."

During those few years, Kris indeed treated me the same way as my twin brothers had treated me. He

always took good care of me like a brother.

That pretty girl immediately got excited as her eyes glimmered with pleasure. She showed me a gift

box from behind her back and said, "Pauline, could you please do me a favor?"

I looked at her perplexedly and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"The day after tomorrow, is Kris's birthday. Would you help me give him this present?" said the pretty

girl.

The day after towmorrow was 15th, August of lunar month. It was Kris's birthday, and also mine.

My parents had always treated Kris as their own son, so they always celebrated our birthdays together,

every year.

I also felt quite happy to spend every birthday with Kris.

But... when I found that the pretty girl wanted to give Kris a birthday present, I felt quite sad.

With a glum look on my face, I took her present and promised her that I would pass it on to Kris. The

pretty girl thanked me and then ran away shyly.

I raised my head and looked towards Kris who was standing just a few metres away. I went over and

handed the present to him.

Kris asked, "What's this?"

"Your birthday present from that girl." I answered honestly as I pointed at the pretty girl's back.

My father had always taught me to be honest and to never tell a lie.

But Kris didn't accept the present and said, "It's time for the class. Let's go!"

Kris resembled Sherwood in terms of character and personality. They both didn't like talking very much.

In fact, they were quite introverted when they would socialize with other people, but they would be very

talkative when they were in front of me.

"Don't you want it?" Not knowing the particular reason, I was actually a little pleased with his reaction.

Kris turned around and said decisively, "No, I don't want it!"

Then on our birthday, I found out that Kris had given all the presents, given to him by the girls in school,

to the housemaids and bodyguards.

He only kept the presents from me and my brothers and his other friends in his bedroom.

He also gave me a present, but it was cheaply packed.

Maybe it was because Kris felt embarrassed to spend my father's money. He had kept a simple life and

spent as little money as he could in those years.

Sometimes when he went shopping with us, he wouldn't buy anything, neither did he envy my brothers

and I when he saw us buying a lot of things.

My father had once told him, "You are like my son too. You have the same position as Sherman and

Sherwood in our family. This is your home. You can buy anything you want."

I saw Kris's eyes turn red with tears. He answered, "Father, you and Mother Angela have bought me a

lot of things. It's more than enough for me. I am not lacking of anything."

My father patted his head and said, "You don't need to buy Pauline anything with the pocket money I

gave to you. She has her own pocket money. Understand?"

Kris promised my father. But he would still buy me the things he wanted to buy for me.

Every time I refused him, he would tell me that I should save my pocket money. It would be of great use

to me when I grow up.

I opened the gift box and saw a pen and a notebook inside it.

I used that notebook to keep a diary. I wrote all the secrets of my girlhood in that notebook. I also kept

that pen with me to go through my days in middle school, high school, until I entered into the university.

When I was in my third year in university, I discovered Kris's secret. He seemed to have made a

girlfriend.

A lot of men had wanted to chase me ever since my childhood. But any man who tried to approach me

would be frightened away either by my father, or my brothers, or even by Kris.

So, I had never been able to make a boyfriend...

However, when I found out that Kris had made a girlfriend, I got very upset. Why were they allowed to

have girlfriends while I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend?

Although I didn't have someone I was in love with at that time, I was still very unhappy about the fact.

So, when Kris went out on a date with that woman, I discreetly followed them and pretended to meet

them there by coincidence. Then, I followed Kris all the way and called him "brother" again and again,

ignoring the woman's anger.

Luckily, from then, and all the way until graduation, Kris didn't have any other women around him

anymore.

My eldest brother, Sherman, was a playboy. He always had women around him ever since he was a

high school student.

Dad had taught him a lesson many times, but he still didn't change his habit.

When my eldest brother discovered that Kris still didn't have any girlfriend although he was already

over twenty, my brother laughed at Kris and forced him to go to a bar with him.

In the end, Kris managed to make a girlfriend. His girlfriend was totally different from me, personality-

wise. I was similar to my mother who was active and energetic, but his girlfriend was very quiet and

tender.

When Kris was starting his own business, his girlfriend stayed by his side and supported him.

Every time when I saw him with his girlfriend, I felt heartbroken.

At first, I thought the reason behind it may be that I felt like my brother was stolen away by another

woman. I wasn't used to the fact that my brother had shifted his attention to someone else.

But... when Sherman or Sherwood had made a girlfriend... and I saw them being together with their

girlfriends, I didn't have the same heartbroken feelings as I did when I saw Kris with his girlfriend. I

didn't understand the true reason at that time.

My good friend, Dane, who was my sworn father Gage's son, noticed that something was wrong with

me. He knew that I was depressed and so he kept me company. One night, we hid ourselves in my

bedroom's balcony and drank some of my father's expensive wine.

In a haze, I seemed to have seen Kris.

I couldn't believe what I had seen with my eyes. I saw Kris pull Dane away, as he was leaning his head

on my shoulder, and punch Dane's face. Dane wasn't able to fight back because he was as drunk as I

was.

Kris ruthlessly threw Dane across the corridor, where Sherwood had found him and moved him to the

guest room, which was far from my room, where he slept soundly.

Kris lifted me up from the carpet and carried me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and

tittered, "Kris, did you... go on a date... with your girlfriend?" I could never address his girlfriend as my Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

sister-in-law.

Anyway, they hadn't gotten married yet, so I didn't have to address her as such anyway.

I couldn't clearly hear what Kris had said, but after he carried me back to my bed, I held his neck tightly

and whispered, "Kris... don't get together... with her...I don't like... your girlfriend."

Then, in a haze, I felt a gentle kiss on my lips...

The next afternoon, when I woke up, my father fed me some soup to help me sober up, while my

mother started her sermon next to me.

But since I was drunk at my own home, my mother didn't scold me much.

However, Kris had gone missing for some days.