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.

specially brought this to you. Other women don't have this privilege." He

me, this gesture seemed like

terribly poor. But that didn't mean I had to endure

my life. Everyone liked nice things, but I didn't want them if I didn't know where they came from—especially when I had to break some principles for them.

I should rely on my own efforts for everything rather than seeking handouts. That was because all handouts were traps set

had carried myself with pride. I might be poor, but I wouldn't grovel to

hit a

While I had become more restrained over the years of studying and meeting

didn't like being teased

So stopped

as I spoke indifferently, "I

net

can tell you is, please take

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

unknown people may bring more pain in the future than today's