Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Life was monotonous, yet not devoid of charm. The unsettling emotions from the summer gradually

eased over time.

Even during moments of leisure, thoughts of Felix would cross my mind. I would find myself retracing the 19 years we spent together, recalling the silent affection I harbored for him.

However, it remained mere contemplation.

Each reflection brought a bitter tinge, a profound sadness that I forced myself not to dwell on. I NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

convinced myself that we were just neighbors, nothing more.

I believed that my fondness for him would diminish with each passing day, and I would eventually feel

better.

Meanwhile, Colin continued to feed me as a daily ritual. No matter where I was or what I was doing, he

would promptly arrive to whisk me away for a meal.

Over time, I grew familiar with Colin’s friends, and due to his influence, they all affectionately referred to me as Lulu. In Colin’s absence, each of them took turns caring for me.

I felt a sense of ease and comfort with Colin by my side.

Yet, just when everything seemed settled, fate intervened. The day before completing my artwork, an unexpected video call from Felix disrupted the tranquility.

Fresh out of the shower, I sat at my desk, blow–drying my hair as his call flashed on the screen.

Seeing his familiar profile picture stirred a blend of emotions.

This marked the first video call he had made since I started university.

I was uncertain about his intentions, and to be honest, I felt reluctant because of the many unpleasant

experiences between us in the past two years.

Although I was tempted to ignore the call, I couldn’t overlook the bond we shared from growing up

together.

I reluctantly answered the call, and there he was on the screen, still as attractive as ever.

My heart fluttered for a moment, but the feeling vanished swiftly.

“Lulu, what are you up to?” Felix smiled cheerfully.

“Just blow–drying my hair. Any specific reason for the call?” His face, as attractive as ever, failed to stir

any emotions in me.

“Can’t I call you just to chat?” His lips curled up, and his eyes held a tender, enchanting charm.

Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with me.

I chuckled, opting not to partake in his playful banter. This flirtatious exchange felt out of place for us. Even during my infatuation phase with him, we never indulged in such intimate jokes, and now it seemed

even less likely.

“I need a favor,” he continued.

“What’s up?” My eyebrows raised. I had a feeling that an unpleasant topic was about to arise.

For the first time in my life, he was asking for a favor from me, and I wasn’t pleased with it.

I honestly thought it would be better for us to continue living like parallel lines, each extending in our own directions without interference.

A random call like this one seemed both pointless and unnecessary.

“Lilac’s faculty is organizing an exchange with Lincoln University, and she’s coming over the day after tomorrow. She’s never traveled far and has no experience living alone in an unfamiliar environment. I wanted to trouble you to take care of her for me.”