All Chapters of Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Do you know who I am? Do you want to die?" Shawn was still putting up a fight, and even Queenie could sense the hypocrisy in his threatening tone."Do I need to know?" The guy sneered."Would you dare tell me who you are?" Shawn kept yelling defiantly. But to me and Queenie, it sounded like his last desperate struggle."They call me Colt," the guy said arrogantly."Colt?" Shawn seemed apprehensive regarding the name. He immediately fell silent and abandoned all resistance.Pathetically, he pleaded, "Colt, please spare me. I didn't know Luna was one of yours. I won't dare to touch her again."Was Colt that famous and intimidating? I had no idea. But he seemed pretty cool to me for beating Shawn to a pulp."You'd better behave yourself and stay away from her in Lincoln University. If she loses a single strand of hair, I'll make you pay for it."So domineering!I stared at the guy with twinkling eyes."Get lost."Having been granted mercy, Shawn crawled to his feet and fled wi

"Hey, can you tell me exactly what happened?" I asked one of the guys, Aaron, while biting into my skewer and shifting closer to him."Come back here. Don't talk while you eat." Colin reached out to pull me back to my seat.Colin didn't eat much, spending most of the time looking after me. He handed me tissues and sliced the pizza for me—taking care of me in every way."No, I want to hear Colin's romantic tales. Come on, tell me, Aaron. I'm all ears." I pouted, getting Aaron to spill the beans. Colin shot me a glance of indulgence but didn't say anything more."All right, let me tell you about Colt's charm. He's a really popular guy. There is hardly anyone in the whole university who doesn't know him. Let's not talk about the past. Just last year, there was a junior girl who was quite decent-looking. She was a bit shorter than you, and not as pretty. But she was okay."One day, when queuing for food in the cafeteria, she accidentally bumped into Colt. Without any hesitation, Colt

Felix called to inform me that, due to certain circumstances, Lilac's exchange program ended a week earlier. During the phone call, I could tell he was very happy, and honestly, I was happy too.After all, I no longer had to see her or think about her. Lilac's absolute absence allowed me to finally be at peace. She was like a ticking time bomb placed beside me, bound to cause trouble sooner or later.Somehow, I found myself comparing Felix and Colin. Whenever I was in trouble, Felix either wasn't aware or left me to my own devices. On the other hand, whether intentionally or coincidentally, Colin always protected me.Looking from this perspective, I had to admit Dad was right about one thing. Colin was truly dependable, and it made me even more reliant on him.While I positioned myself as an independent person who avoided troubling others with things I could handle on my own, deep down, I was still a little princess who yearned to be loved.Colin, apart from my parents, was the pe

"Are you satisfied with what you see?" Colin noticed my stare and glanced at me with a teasing smile.He loved to smile. Sometimes, it was as refreshing as a spring breeze, and at other times, it was warm and gentle. It always made me feel comfortable and relaxed. I would eagerly admire his smile, reluctant to part with it. On the other hand, Felix was always indifferent. Even when he smiled at me, it felt distant and seemingly impossible to gauge his true feelings. The point was that he rarely smiled at me.How should I put it? Felix was like a fragile piece of art that was more suitable to be displayed somewhere to be admired. Colin, however, was like the pillow by your bedside, making you want his company all the time.I remembered the day we first met; Colin teased me the same way he did now. What did I say back then? Oh, I remembered. I was deceived by his looks and foolishly said he was handsome.However, Colin was genuinely good-looking. It was the kind of clean, pure, and

Colin walked with me hand in hand, strolling along the mountain paths just like when we were kids. He shared stories about skilled folk artists I had never heard of, talked about his different interpretations of watercolor paintings, and reminisced about the paths we walked together in our childhood.Under the blue sky and bright sun, surrounded by picturesque scenery, we were like characters from a painting.In the park, there were tandem bicycles. Upon noticing my longing gaze, Colin rented one and took me on a ride, freely traversing the enchanting nature.We collaborated wholeheartedly, struggling to pedal for a long time until my legs were unbearably sore. It was only then we gave up and lay down on the grass to rest.Following that, we stumbled upon a narrow stream. Its water was a clear mirror, reflecting every grain of sand at the bottom. Several rounded stones, some dark red and others pure white, discreetly divided the stream.I naughtily took off my shoes, held them i