Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Jasmine!

It was not my fault this time. I looked at him out of reflex, and he did the same too, though he looked more annoyed than me. I didn't detect any sense of panic in his clear eyes. There was only rage.

Why was he mad? He brought her here and put her in a hotel. I didn't ask her to call him to interrupt our intimate moment. Glaring at me wouldn't do anything.

I lay on the bed with a mirthless smile and pretended not to see the phone that was delivered to me. I came back today. And at 9:47 pm, Jasmine called Colin from a hotel-a place that easily led many to think of intercourse.

I was gone for a month. How many calls had she made to Colin? How did he deal with it? More importantly, why did she have to call him this late at night? To put it bluntly, what problem could a woman possibly have at night that required the attention of a man?

there was no personal agenda whatsoever. Did she call this late to inquire about her injuries?

my boyfriend's life. But I

sense that I was unhappy. He quickly put his phone on silent mode and tossed it aside. Then, he lay down next to me and sighed loudly. His hands ruffled his messy hair, trying

the same bed lost all momentum of intimacy because of a call. All that was left was silence. I

the call? That he was cutting her off? Did he do that when I wasn't there? If I

me gingerly. He tried to gauge my reaction as his eyes darted between

looked at me to see how I would react to the sudden call. Would it affect the trust and bond we

finally died. Colin sighed in relief, but before he could utter a word, his phone rang again, forcing him

a call was also a kind of

Ask if she has any problems," I

and answered the call in