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.

have guests. I ought to greet them.

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.

to check on you just now. You were still sleeping, so I

bedridden. I can eat on my own. No

that she was alluding to someone else. I looked at Jasmine,

to the kitchen to get Queenie some oatmeal. Queenie leaned against the back of the chair and smirked weakly, "Jasmine, is it? Long time

that I'm too sick to greet you just now. I'm

unable to recall who Queenie was. She scrutinized Queenie with a frown but failed to retrieve anything from her memory. However, she remained composed and offered her hand. "Hi, Queenie. We didn't talk a lot, so forgive me if I couldn't recognize you just

ceremony. Also, Colin and I have known each other for a while now. So I'm more of a

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