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.

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

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

with my interpretation? Were today's caretakers so responsible? They not only worked hard, but they also put

found a

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

briefly before dissipating,

precisely, my presence was unwelcome for

during rehabilitation. Sorry for making you worry. It doesn't hurt. The wound is small, and I'll be fine soon.

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she still cheered herself up and

mention me at all. I could tell

she bit

Amelia if her story hadn't been far

a few days, her hypocrisy had

her to do this

struggled to deal with Jasmine since she stated such hypocritical things. He pinched my