Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

There were several times when I wanted to ask Winston if there was something he wanted from me. But somehow, I couldn't bring myself to ask since I didn't have any proof of his intention.

The word "flattery" did flash through my mind initially, but I automatically ignored it because I didn't think I was a person worth flattering.

Even if I was a tutor and was chosen by the professor to help Winston with his work, I wasn't someone special.

Especially now when he was sitting next to me with his head tilted and staring questioningly at the screen of my phone. His cold smile and the faint sarcasm in his eyes made it impossible to associate him with the word "affection" in any way.

He didn't like me, yet he was constantly paying attention to me. Was he sick in the head? Or did he want to get something from me that I was not aware of?

I had nothing to offer him except for my bank card. What did he want? I had some money in the bank, but there was no way Winston would be interested in that.

"Stop being weird or I'll beat you up," I said, pretending to be fierce as I locked my phone. As I did so, I was thinking about getting a privacy screen protector for my phone.

There weren't many people who would snoop around like that, but encountering one was enough.

I thought about saying it to his face, but with his personality, he would definitely argue with me.

That seemed to be the norm lately whenever I was around him. I didn't know when it started, but it was like he had grown thorns all over. Whoever touched him would get hurt. Strangely, he just grunted and leaned against the window, crossing his arms and closing his eyes to rest.

With no one to disturb me, I started replying to Colin's messages one by one.

All my replies were just expressions of my determination to not let anyone take advantage of me and to reassure him of my loyalty. In my opinion, this would allow him to

worry less about my trip.

After writing a few long messages, my fingers were sore. At least, Colin finally calmed down and went about his own business.

I leaned back in my chair and rested for a while. Then, I suddenly recalled bumping into Chris hugging and kissing another woman a few days earlier.

At that time, I was indignant and

wanted to te Zara about it, but Colin

said it would hurt her a lot as she liked Chris so much. If she found out that he had someone else in his heart, it would make her very sad. So wasn't allowed to act recklessly.

But I had always felt that love was supposed to be mutual. Zara would get tired sooner or later as she had only been giving and had never received anything in return.

Moreover, her lover turned out to be

such a scumbag behind her back.

Wouldn't it be better to break up

sooner rather than later?

But Colin kept urging me to think twice. He said that everyone loved differently, and Zara might not be completely unaware of Chris' betrayal. Perhaps she willingly turned a blind eye. Although I didn't want to believe that Zara would do that to herself, the way Chris and Zara treated each other at the dinner made me somewhat inclined to believe Colin's words.

I believed that Zara liked Chris, but I couldn't believe that she could tolerate him dating another woman.

Since Colin was not watching me, I wanted to chat with Zara and drop her some hints.

As best friends for over a decade, there was no way I could stand by and watch her get hurt.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I opened our chatbox to find that we last chatted during the Independence Day holidays. I went to check her Instagram, but it was clean.

She had deleted all her posts including those related to Chris. Why?