Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Jasmine didn't wear a hospital gown but silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. Because of the unique softness of the silk, she fully exposed her body curves, which was much more attractive than merely seducing.

She lay weakly on the bed. She must have cried just now as her eyes were still a little red.

Her other follower, Baz, stood to the left of the bed. He placed his hands behind his back, displaying his concern.

An elderly woman was massaging Jasmine's lower limbs, occasionally turning her head to wipe her tears, like a mother who felt sorry for her daughter.

I was puzzled. Weren't Jasmine's family members living abroad? Did this woman rush back after hearing that she was injured?

I looked at Colin in confusion. This woman was so distressed that she cried. Could she be Jasmine's mother? It wasn't a serious injury. She wouldn't shed tears if she wasn't close with Jasmine.

Colin shook his head subtly, whispering to me that it was Sophia, the caretaker.

That seemed a little odd.

hire the caretaker? She couldn't have such a profound relationship with Jasmine in just

caretakers, they worked hard, received money, and served their employers with professionalism. They

today's caretakers so responsible? They not only worked hard, but

really found a good

Colin, her wet eyes shone brightly. She seemed to want to say something

briefly before dissipating, and her

my

during rehabilitation. Sorry for making you worry. It

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she still cheered herself up and greeted

me at all. I could

her eyes, but she bit her lip and refused to let them fall. She looked at Colin longingly

have believed Amelia if her story

not seeing Jasmine for a

to do this in front

she stated such hypocritical things. He pinched my waist