Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 11

That evening. I didn’t bother waiting for Felix after school. I wasn’t going to wait for him anymore.

Halfway home, I heard some kicking sounds from behind me. I knew it was him, but I didn’t turn back to

look at him.

I still liked him, but from now onward, I would keep my feelings to myself. Liking him would now only be my own problem. As time passed, I was sure he would soon disappear from my life.

Since then, I never went to school with him anymore. Although we would still bump into each other occasionally, I would only nod politely at him without saying anything else.

There were many times I saw him stopping by the roadside as if he was waiting for me. He’d bite his lips like there was something he wanted to tell me, but I’d always pretend that I never noticed him and just

walk past every time.

My classmates didn’t quite believe me when I said I didn’t want to have anything more to do with him the last time at the podium. After all, I’d been stuck to him like glue for more than a decade.

I even heard from Jade that many of my classmates gossiped among themselves, trying to get to the bottom of everything. They eventually deduced that I had simply quarreled with Felix. It was something I’d get over eventually, and then everything would go back to normal like before.

I didn’t confirm or deny their assumption. I couldn’t care less whether they believed me or not. It wasn’t like I could pry open their brains and pour all my thoughts into them. I knew my actions would soon tell

meant every

our noses buried deep inside our books.

must have been worried that we’d catch some sort of

often chased us out into the field during

menstrual period, so I asked to be excused from running

minutes into the class, a female classmate

dragged me out of the

basketball! He’s bleeding so much! Hurry, you have to

him!”

heard that he was hurt, I felt anxious and panicked, I quickly

habit for the past ten years or so of being Felix’s lapdog. It had conditioned me to get anxious and concerned every time

I’d treated him as

ground with his right leg bent toward himself. There was an ugly scrape

looked at the injury on his leg. I could see his eyebrows

the

way, make way! Luna’s here!” the classmate who brought me

path

the Red Sea.

emotion flickered in his dark eyes just for a brief second. Then,

a wake–up call for me. I suddenly stopped myself from moving any