Semua Bab Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother : Bab 841 - Bab 850

Mom yelled at the top of her lungs, making my ears pound in pain and my head spin. When would she ever treat me as gently as she did Dad? Instead, she always shouted at me. I guessed that was just another one of my unrealistic dreams."Lulu, you usually could even hear an ant crawling, so how did you sleep through such an important moment? We couldn't even wake you by pinching you! What kind of sleep were you in?" Dad held Mom's shoulders, silently comforting her while giving me a look of utter disdain.I was just asleep. How could that be my fault? It was all because of that damn pill. Who knew one pill would knock me out like that? The instruction manual didn't say it would."I couldn't sleep, so I took Dad's sleeping pill." I sobbed, finally admitting the truth.Mom and Dad stared at me with incredulous looks for a full minute, then exchanged bewildered glances before both silently left the room. They left me on my lonesome. I was stunned. What kind of parents were they? N

Felix was a real piece of work, a bona fide jerk.But when he mentioned Colin, my spirits soared. I tossed aside my toy and ignored Felix's snarky remarks. Leaning in with anticipation, I asked, "So spill it. What's Colin up to?"He shot me a disdainful glare, then flopped onto the couch with an air of indifference. "Colin came back yesterday afternoon, trailed by Jasmine's goons to keep tabs on him. He had this grand plan to get them sloshed at New Year's dinner. But those two could hold their liquor like champs. They drained my dad's top-shelf booze and still begged for more. "Eventually, my old man had to slip some sleeping pills into their drinks to knock 'em out cold, giving Colin the chance to sneak out and meet you."I had a hunch Colin went through a lot of trouble for this rendezvous. "So what's the deal, then?"Felix suddenly raised his voice, startling me. "He wanted me to check if you were crying and to tell you he'd find another chance to meet you, but you have to

I said goodbye to my parents with a twinge of regret for not whipping up one last meal for them. Then, I slung my knapsack over my shoulder and set off from home once more. Nico and I agreed to meet at the college before heading to Lagado together. But upon arriving, I discovered it wasn't just us two. Professor King and the couple, Matthew and Helen, were joining us.The mix seemed peculiar, but Nico filled me in—Professor King was off to a class reunion while Matthew was showing his new wife the ropes of his family business.At first, it was just Nico and me, and I felt a bit uneasy about it. But with three more familiar faces joining our crew, I found myself breathing easier. And having Helen along for the ride meant there'd be no shortage of lively conversations to keep the journey from feeling too lonely.When we rolled into Lagado, we checked into a pre-booked five-star hotel.Nico and I had originally planned to opt for a clean and safe guesthouse to cut costs. It wasn't

Back then, our neighbors always seemed so envious of my dad's aquarium. Hence, I assumed his tank was one of the best. I used to brag about it to friends. I even invited them over so they could admire it.For the longest time, "the aquarium at Luna's" would always be mentioned whenever they spoke to their parents.However, after seeing the tank today, I came to the realization that there were too many things that I had yet to come across in this world. I didn't think such a grand aquarium existed. In front of the massive tank, my height of five foot five seemed relatively small. I looked up to admire a violet-colored fish. Its dress-like tail shimmered with its every movement and looked extremely beautiful. I could never get tired of watching beautiful things. I was incredibly entranced by the sight before someone let out a stifled laugh. Then, they patted my shoulder and asked, "What are you staring at?"I turned around and saw Helen. Matthew stood behind her, donning a full bl

The bigwigs started to take me seriously after hearing Professor King's praise and the Tudor style's undeniable impact. They each praised me for my accomplishments at such a young age. It was astonishing for them—how the young generation was surpassing the older one.Of course, I didn't take their praise at face value. Every word they said was influenced by the professor's standing. Professor King asked me to show respect to the seniors present by toasting each of them individually. I wasn't feeling particularly happy and didn't feel like drinking. But I couldn't disobey the professor, so I picked up my glass and gave a toast to each person. The opportunity to toast these bigwigs might seem small. But I actually understood that it wasn't an opportunity anyone could have. If not for Professor King, it would likely take me ten years to earn such an honor.He was doing everything he could to pave the way for me. It was a favor that no one could ask for, and I was immensely grateful