Semua Bab Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother : Bab 1041 - Bab 1050

My mind wandered back to our first encounter during our freshman year. Chris wore a simple white shirt, its hem tucked neatly into his trousers. His short hair shone in the sunlight, and his youthful gaze held a captivating innocence.I had been instantly enamored, irresistibly drawn to him. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I boldly declared, "Chris, no matter what the future holds, even if the sky falls or the world turns upside down, I'll always love you."Back then, I naively believed that my love alone would be enough. I thought that my devotion would eventually touch his heart and make him love me in return.However, I didn't know then that love itself was a consumable resource. If one didn't nurture it and let it grow, it would inevitably dwindle and fade away.No matter how deep the love was, it could never escape this fate.I gave a faint smile. "Well, Chris, I once thought I could warm your heart. But I overestimated myself and underestimated how cold your heart cou

The next day, I officially reported to the police station and started my new life serving the people from dawn till dusk.Three days later, I began to understand what Chris meant by not giving up.Every evening, he would wait for me at the entrance of the police station, his eyes lighting up with a peculiar gleam as soon as he saw me—like a dog seeing a bone.I refused to speak to him and wouldn't even spare him a glance as I walked past. I remained steadfast in my resolve, treating him as a complete stranger.Despite my cold treatment, Chris was undeterred in his mission to pick me up from work every day. He would bring a bouquet of flowers every other day, usually red roses, but occasionally sunflowers or baby's breath.I would pass by him without a glance, and he would shove the flowers into my arms like a nervous teenager before running off.Chris even hand-washed all the clothes I had left at our old place and gave me a few pieces every day, asking me to take them home.He

Winston was an acquaintance, so I thought hearing him out was fine."What is it? Go on," I said.Winston's eyes lit up with excitement. He took off the bag he had slung over his shoulder, unzipped it, and pulled out an old, slightly yellowed photo. He handed it to me, gesturing for me to look at it.I took the photo and scrutinized it for a while but couldn't make out anything significant. The photo showed more than a dozen men and women. Four children squatted in the front row, grinning from ear to ear.It seemed to be a family portrait, but everyone in it was unfamiliar to me."Why do you want me to look at this?" I asked, though what I really wanted to say was that I didn't recognize a single person, and asking me to look at this made me wonder if he was crazy.Winston remained silent and handed me another photo.The background of this one looked like a park, with many children in the frame. The kid grinning at the front had a missing tooth. The boy behind him looked older an

Being with Chris for so many years, I knew I liked him. But surprisingly, I had never felt this kind of shyness with him, no matter what we did together.Perhaps it was because I never felt valued. Chris never gave me the chance or the right to feel shy, so naturally, I never experienced that feeling.I fidgeted, unable to decide which foot to move first. I stood at the door for two whole minutes, my face flushing red.Winston chuckled, his eyes twinkling like stars. He jogged up to me with a cheeky smile on his face. "What's wrong? Are you so happy to see me that you've forgotten how to walk? Were you up all night hoping I'd come? Oh, Zara, you're so adorable. I'm so happy!"Here, I got you breakfast. It's your favorite coffee and doughnuts, and they're still warm."It was no wonder Winston was crossing his arms. It turned out he was indeed holding something. I was touched. After all, for five years, I was the one bringing breakfast to someone who never said a kind word but acc

The Moyer family was in a frenzy, bringing in experts from all over the country to treat Chris. While his life was no longer in danger, he would never be able to have children. Whether he could even perform sexually in the future was up to fate.Given this situation, Faye's pregnancy suddenly took on enormous significance, making her child Chris' only possible heir. His parents treated Faye like a queen, showering her with endless care and attention.When Chris came to understand his condition, he tried to take his life several times. Only his parents' desperate pleas and tears managed to keep him from succeeding. Despite his profound reluctance, Chris eventually accepted the reality of his situation. To ensure the Moyer family line continued, he acknowledged Faye's status and married her although he adamantly refused to hold a wedding ceremony.When I heard the news, I couldn't help but feel a sense of poetic justice. The once-arrogant man was now in a pitiful state. It was a sta