Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Andrew was shrewd. He looked at me and knew what I wanted right away. He uttered, "We all had a long day today. Besides, the food outside is often too unhealthy and oily for a recovering patient like Ms. Taylor. Let's not eat out.

"Laura has bought a lot of ingredients. Why don't I cook something for you? It'll be some simple yet heartwarming dishes. You won't mind that, will you, Ms. Taylor?"

Then, he glanced at Jasmine. For some reason, it felt like he was looking at her with misgivings and contempt. Andrew took the words out of my mouth, so I raised my hand in agreement. Colin often indulged me, and he did not oppose the suggestion either.

Besides, where I was from, we only invited those we held dear to dine with us at home. Inviting Jasmine to a home-cooked meal was the most polite form of treatment we could give her.

Still composed and well-mannered, Jasmine said that dining together in the apartment felt cozier. However, her frown told everyone present that she was displeased. Perhaps aware that she was a guest in somebody's place, she did not protest. She thanked everyone and apologized for the trouble

Andrew then went to cook with Laura. A clamor soon broke out in the kitchen, and the scent of food filled the room.

busy for many days. I knew he must be tired, so I forced him to rest in the bedroom. Meanwhile, I continued to keep Jasmine and the other

topics other than Colin. Moreover, now

weary. I asked if she wanted a

her coffee. I turned back and saw the two men talking to her. The tall one even leaned forward with a hand on his abdomen to keep the hem of his shirt

interaction, I could tell both men were very respectful toward her. However, it wasn't like the respect an employee or a student had toward their

clearly beneath Jasmine. She quickly put down the coffee mug after she took a sip, her lips twitching

secret. She did look sick. And after such a long

said, both bedrooms in the apartment were occupied, and I could not evict their occupants. She could sleep on the couch, but that was Andrew's spot. Where would he sleep

compared to Jasmine, Andrew felt closer and more trustworthy than her.

"Jasmine, this is a small apartment, and we don't have any spare beds. Perhaps I can take you