Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 

Queenie, that heartless woman, glanced at me for a moment before she yawned and turned around to nestle in Flynn’s arms. She was like a well–behaved kitten. 

I risked my life to accompany her to the bar just to make her a little happier. 

Julia, heartless as ever, just covered herself with the blanket. She left a tiny gap to peek through very discreetly. 

Sure enough, the tables had turned. 

I was just laughing at Queenie’s embarrassment before. Now, they were watching my embarrassing moment. 

I was so angry! I wanted to cry! 

I didn’t know how long I cried. Just when I felt my tears dry, Colin’s expression finally softened a little. But he was still quite unpleasant. 

“What are you crying so loudly for? Cry again and I’ll call Aunt Harper.” 

Colin was threatening me! 

I wanted to cry a bit more but was afraid he would really call my mom. If she knew what happened today, she would probably fly here immediately to deal with me. 

Thinking about that, I decided against it. 

“Are you still going to call if I stop crying?” I asked sniffling. 

Colin suppressed a laugh. “No.” 

“Okay, then I won’t cry anymore.” 

In the latter part of the night, I finally fell asleep. In a daze, it seemed like I heard Colin say, ” Brat, why are you so eager to break my heart?” 

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In the first semester of my senior year, my dad had a minor heart problem and stayed in the hospital for almost a month. My mom almost fainted from worry as well. 

At that time, I was busy preparing for my internship and didn’t have time to go back and see my dad. I could only see him lying in bed through video calls every day. It made me feel too weak to walk due to sadness. 

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My mom suffered at home, and I was exhausted at school. I called to check on my dad’s condition several times a day, crying each time. Colin’s jacket even faded from all the tears I 

had cried. 

During that time, I was like a little lunatic with bad mood swings. 

I wanted to go back to see my dad, but my mom wouldn’t allow it no matter what. She said it would add to my dad’s psychological burden if I went back. 

Colin always kept me company, saying comforting words. It wasn’t until my dad was discharged from the hospital and personally called me to let me know he had recovered that I finally relaxed. 

That day, I was particularly happy. I dragged Colin out to have a barbecue to celebrate my dad’s recovery. 

My classmates went all over the country for internships. 

I stayed at Lincoln University and participated in several well–known industry competitions with good results, especially in the last two years. 

I also gained some fame in the art scene. My professor had asked me several times to 

become his assistant. 

Several institutions made me offers as well, two of which I quite liked, but they were a little 

far away. 

Colin always brought up the incident at the bar, saying he must keep an eye on me.