Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

The dining table was square, so everyone sat according to their factions. Colin and I sat on one side; Andrew occupied one side alone; Jasmine and her men took another side.

Right before I asked Andrew if he had prepared food for Queenie and when we could eat, she slowly walked into everyone's view with the wall as her support.

Her face was pale, and her body was so skinny and frail that it looked almost skeletal. Without the wall, she might not even be able to stand upright. Worried about her safety, I wanted to get up to help her. But Andrew was ahead of me. He dashed to her side and carried her in his arms.

Queenie struggled awkwardly for a while. But she was too weak to offer any resistance. In the end, she relented.

"Queenie, you're sick. Stay on your bed. You shouldn't be here," I told her earnestly.

to greet them. It's already very rude of me

trying to make herself look presentable. She emphasized the word, guests, which made Jasmine squint her eyes slightly. Andrew let me take care of her for a while as he pulled out the seat under the table. Then, he went to the bedroom to find a blanket. He folded it into a square and placed it on the seat before guiding Queenie to sit down. He was the very definition of a

sleeping, so I thought I could wake

bedridden. I can eat on my own.

that she was alluding to someone else.

Queenie leaned against the back of the chair

I'm too sick to greet you just now. I'm Queenie, Lulu's roommate at Lincoln University

she remained composed and offered her hand. "Hi, Queenie. We didn't talk

and I have known each other for a while

stayed here for a while, and I still think of myself as a guest. Oh, Jasmine. I heard