Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Judging by the way he dressed and the exquisite box, the shoes inside should have a five-figure price tag.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. We were complete strangers, yet he came over and offered me a gift out of the blue. This made me wonder and felt the need to be cautious.

Why would a stranger spend so much money just to help me out?

My feet were hurting, and I needed a pair of comfortable shoes. But not like this.

With this in mind, I politely smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thank you, Mister. But I don't need it."

"Why? Your feet are obviously hurting. Why refuse my help? Why endure when you can get comfortable?" The man raised an eyebrow, his playful expression deepening. His curiosity seemed to heighten as well.

Was he curious about me? Why?

He persisted by extending his hand and continuously pushing the box in my direction. I had to take a couple of steps back to maintain a polite distance.

Other women don't have this privilege." He tilted his

gesture seemed like he

I was indeed terribly poor. But that didn't mean I

want them if I didn't know where they came from—especially when I had to break some principles for them. I would

my own efforts for everything rather than seeking handouts. That was because all handouts

carried myself with pride. I might

had hit a nerve in

who wore their emotions on their sleeve. While I had become more restrained over the years of studying and meeting all sorts of people,

didn't like being

So stopped

a coldness as I spoke indifferently,

net

to know why you're giving this to me. What can tell you is, please take it back. I don't need it. Also, I'd like to

Why refuse someone's kindness?" The young man persisted in

unknown people may bring more