Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 502

However, to be safe, I planned to spread out the remaining 50 flowers depending on how he treated Jasmine. In this world, anything could happen. No one knew which would come first, tomorrow or death. I wanted to play it safe. If something bad happened—if, of course—I could protect myself.

I should also probably avoid making out with Colin. He was still on probation period, after all. This kind of thing should only be done when everything was official.

After we returned to our room, Colin gave me no attention, and I didn't know what to say. Should I apologize to him? But his scary expression deterred me from doing so.

At night, Colin and I hugged each other to sleep. We didn't do anything more. I could sense that Colin was still mad because I didn't trust him earlier. The half-naked Jasmine lingered in my mind until I dozed off.

If I hadn't insisted on coming with him, would he have behaved as calmly as he did when he saw the promiscuous scene? He was horny. Would he have been able to hold back? And how many times could he do that? Ten times? Twenty times? A hundred times?

This wasn't about trust. It was about basic human urges. Jasmine might need a lot of time to heal her injuries. Similar events would reappear as long as she refused to let go of Colin. What would Colin do?

Colin was mad at me back then for a very long time because of Jasmine. And many years later, it happened again. He yelled at me both times because of her! Did that mean that Jasmine was special to him?

I wanted to kick Colin awake to confront him. Then, I recalled why he yelled at me—the first time was because of the love letter, and the second time was because I didn't trust him. I made a mistake both times, so it didn't feel right to be the one confronting him.

Urgh, I shouldn't have made any mistakes.

Truth be told, it wasn't that I had no faith in him. The scene was just so appalling that I lost my cool. I jumped the gun. But that wasn't a reason to be mad at me. He should've known that it wasn't distrust but jealousy.