Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 422

I turned Felix’s suggestion down. I told him that even if no one wanted to bring me there, I’d find a way to go there.

I was willing to forgo my life for Colin. A mudslide was no threat.

Also, if something bad truly happened to Colin, I didn’t mind being taken by the second mudslide either. At least Colin and I died together.

Colin’s phone remained switched off. With my phone in my hands, I sat on the couch. I continued to dial his number repeatedly.

Originally, Andrew planned to go home. But seeing how distraught I was and fearing that Queenie couldn’t handle me alone, he stayed.

I did not feel sleepy at all that night. Queenie tried to console me, but I was still too afraid to close my eyes. Every time I did, I’d see a mudslide that lay waste to everything it passed through.

Andrew then told me that if I did not sleep, I would be tired tomorrow. Someone without sufficient sleep would not be allowed to join the rescue effort. He told me that if I wanted to find Colin, I’d need to eat and sleep properly. Otherwise, I might have to trouble someone else

to look after me.

He was right. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to stop thinking about everything.

Queenie patted my shoulder from behind. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In my sleep, I had a terrible nightmare. Colin was standing among the rubbles, telling me to

come to him.

no matter how fast I ran, I could

slumped to the ground.

looked at me with sad and disappointed eyes. His body turned

“Colin, come back!”

curtains I was so familiar with appeared before me. Sighing, I clasped my

was just a

“You’re awake already?”

he dead?

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my dream?”

comforted me gently, “Dreams are the opposite of reality. Your dream means that Colin is safe. He’s

back. You’re right. He must be waiting for

more. When I opened my eyes again,

1. am.

departed at 9:00 am. I still hadn’t packed my luggage, so I got up and began packing my belongings and

bedroom, I saw various items laid out in an orderly manner on the table. Andrew, who was shy of 20 years old, was double–checking the list of items with his phone.

me, he offered his hand. “Give me your luggage. I’ll pack it for you. Bring several sets of clothes to me and