Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 

Matthew controlled the door lock, which made me nervous. The atmosphere in the car became ambiguous. 

“Open the door. I want to go back.” 

In the past 22 years, I had never been so embarrassed no matter who I faced—even Felix, 

whom I loved so much back then. 

Matthew turned sideways, staring at me seriously. His eyes seemed to glow. I dodged his gaze, urging him to open the door. 

Soon, he stroked my head and said hoarsely, “Lalu, don’t make me wait too long.” 

“Mhm, I’ll get off.” 

Apart from Colin, I seemed to instinctively distance myself from every man. 

After turning off the car, he got out and opened my door. He reached out to me gentlemanly. 

After thinking for a second, I didn’t take his hand but got out myself. 

Matthew looked disappointed, but he still cheered up and followed me. 

“It’s only a few steps away. I can go back by myself. Go ahead and attend to your business.” 

During the meal, his phone’s notification tone kept ringing. But he didn’t answer the phone, nor did he turn on his phone to see who was looking for him. He just sat across from me, watching me eat the meal. 

When I opened the apartment door, I saw my roommate, Helen Johnston, standing in front of the window. She was smiling meaningfully at me, which made me uncomfortable. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything on my face?” 

My new roommate, Helen, was a typical sexy beauty. I heard she was from a rich family who spent a lot and dressed well. As I hadn’t had much contact with her, I hadn’t figured out her temper yet, 

I put on comfortable soft–soled slippers, preparing to take a nap to rest. I still had things to do afterward. 

After washing my face, I lay on the bed and covered myself with the blanket. Yawning, I closed my eyes, 

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“Why do you look so tired after eating?” 

I raised my heavy eyelids and glanced at Helen. She was standing beside my bed with her arms folded. She seemed unfriendly today. 

Although we lived in the same apartment, we didn’t have many opportunities to see each other. Helen was always busy, talking about business matters on her phone–which I didn’t understand. 

Her clothes, jewelry, bags, and other accessories looked exquisite and expensive, revealing that her family was well off. It was normal for a woman of this background to be arrogant. 

It wouldn’t be easy to get along with her. 

Since we had little contact, I wondered where her unfriendliness or hostility toward me came from.