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?

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

so 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

was unhappy. He quickly put his phone on silent mode and tossed it aside. Then, he

minutes, the couple on the same bed lost all momentum of intimacy because of a

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

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

this late at night. Meanwhile, he looked at me to see how I would react to the sudden call. Would it affect

before he could utter a word,

was

it up. Ask if she has any problems," I told him

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