Winston Moyer, Chris Moyer. I should have noticed the similarity in their last name. I never thought that they were related. I was such a klutz.
"So, you're the brother of a scumbag. I hope two-timing doesn't run in your blood." I walked around him and shook my head disapprovingly.
Winston blushed right away. He wanted to say something, but nothing could be formulated out of his mouth. He could only repeat, "N-No, I'm not like that."
Even the eloquent Winston would find himself stammering one day!
"So, why did you ask me about Zara? Come clean now. If you lie, I'll give you hell."
Winston tensed up. The nonchalance on him disappeared, replaced by seriousness. "Zara is blind. Why would she fall for a douchebag like Chris? I didn't want her to get hurt, that's all."
"Really? That's all?" I raised my brows and questioned him.
"Yes, that's all," he nodded and reaffirmed.
"Then why are you blushing?" Winston's face immediately turned even redder.
Back in the room, several students were drunk and cracking drunk jokes among themselves.
"Are you tired?" Colin held my hands and massaged them under the table. His breath was laced with the scent of alcohol as his eyes looked at me fondly.
"I'm a bit sleepy." I yawned.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother