Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 245

I still felt uneasy after returning to my room and washing up. In order to quickly calm myself down, I started painting.

I was someone who became completely absorbed in whatever I was doing. Just a few minutes after picking up the paintbrush, I was completely in the zone.

When I finally put down the brush, I was exhausted and realized that it was almost one in the morning.

I had painted for the last three hours without paying attention to anything outside or even going to the bathroom.

Indeed, when people were doing something, time flew by quickly. Pains like heartache were also relieved.

Climbing onto the bed with my tired body, I instinctively picked up my phone and opened WhatsApp. The person whose chat box was at the top had written a short message more than three hours ago, just after I rushed into the apartment.

The message wasn’t too long, and the content was simple. “If you’re concerned about the Instagram post, I can explain.”

It turned out that the young woman was Uncle Albert’s youngest daughter, Emma White. She turned 20 this year and had chosen to start her own business instead of continuing her education after graduating from high school.

She started a small studio and mainly took on advertising projects.

A few days ago, she signed on to a large project. But due to her limited knowledge and experience, she came to ask for Colin’s help.

He said Emma would be flying back tomorrow night. If I wanted to meet her, he could bring

1. me.

explanation, a person came to mind

ago, during the summer vacation of my first year of high school. That was when a little girl visited Aunt Mel. At that time, Colin had introduced her to me. I vaguely

an important person. I didn’t make it

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immediately make the

the young, innocent face from many years ago, it

I reopened the photo and looked closely, although she was quite close to him, the look in her eyes wasn’t one of

So that was it!

was so jealous at the time as my mind was filled with plots from romance novels, up to the point where I lost even the most basic ability to judge situations. That was how I

huge

myself feel wronged and assuming the role of the victim. I even cried all night, just to find out it was

useless. I only knew how to bury my head in the sand when faced with something. I lacked

this time. I just

had accepted the fact, so

mistake and making necessary corrections was what a good person

Colin would forgive me.

1:30 am, and I thought he had gone to bed. But it didn’t even take one minute to receive

an instant

his phone for the past three hours, waiting for