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

that I meant every word

third period on Thursdays was P.E. class. Since we were in our senior year of high school, we always had our noses buried deep inside our books. If we weren’t busy studying, we’d be busy discussing mock

that we’d catch some sort of

often chased us out into the field during P.E. class

menstrual period, so I asked

the class, a female classmate suddenly burst into the classroom where

of the doors

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

him!”

felt anxious and

on, as I looked back at this Incident, I just couldn’t understand why I did what I did. Maybe it was a force of habit for the past ten years or so of being Felix’s lapdog. It had conditioned me to get anxious and concerned every

him as part of my

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

injury on his leg. I could see his eyebrows scrunched

blew on the scrape to alleviate

the classmate who brought me here

a path between myself and Felix, like how Moses

the Red Sea.

of emotion flickered in his dark eyes just for a brief second. Then, his eyes returned to their usual cold,

I suddenly stopped