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?

inquire about her injuries? No way. I would never believe that stupid lie. I became more

possessive or ungrateful that I couldn't stand the savior of my boyfriend's life. But I couldn't act like it was nothing when a woman

his phone on silent mode and tossed it aside. Then,

all momentum of intimacy because of a call. All that

was cutting her off? Did he do that when I wasn't there? If I said no, would

his side and observed me gingerly. He tried to gauge my reaction as his eyes darted

why Jasmine called him this late at night. Meanwhile, he looked at me to see how I would react to the

could utter a word, his phone rang again, forcing him to swallow

to answer a call was also a kind of

she has any problems," I told

sat up. He retrieved his phone and answered the call in one fluid motion.