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.

had been 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 two men company in the living room. And by keeping them

back when we were students at Lincoln University, she and I did not share many common conversational topics other than Colin. Moreover, now that she had made it clear

she wanted a cup of instant coffee. She thought about

her. The tall one

the respect an employee or a student had toward their superior or teacher. It was more like the reverence a commoner had toward their

She quickly put down the coffee mug after she took a sip, her lips twitching in protest. Still feeling languid, she said, "Sorry, Lulu. I'm rather tired now. Can I rest for a

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

could sleep on the couch, but that was Andrew's

to Jasmine, Andrew felt closer and more trustworthy than her. I wasn't going to

beds. Perhaps I can take you to a