Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 11

That evening. I didn’t bother waiting for Felix after school. I wasn’t going to wait for him anymore.

Halfway home, I heard some kicking sounds from behind me. I knew it was him, but I didn’t turn back to

look at him.

I still liked him, but from now onward, I would keep my feelings to myself. Liking him would now only be my own problem. As time passed, I was sure he would soon disappear from my life.

Since then, I never went to school with him anymore. Although we would still bump into each other occasionally, I would only nod politely at him without saying anything else.

There were many times I saw him stopping by the roadside as if he was waiting for me. He’d bite his lips like there was something he wanted to tell me, but I’d always pretend that I never noticed him and just

walk past every time.

My classmates didn’t quite believe me when I said I didn’t want to have anything more to do with him the last time at the podium. After all, I’d been stuck to him like glue for more than a decade.

I even heard from Jade that many of my classmates gossiped among themselves, trying to get to the bottom of everything. They eventually deduced that I had simply quarreled with Felix. It was something I’d get over eventually, and then everything would go back to normal like before.

I didn’t confirm or deny their assumption. I couldn’t care less whether they believed me or not. It wasn’t like I could pry open their brains and pour all my thoughts into them. I knew my actions would soon tell

that I meant every

in our senior year of high school, we always had our noses buried deep inside our books. If we weren’t busy studying, we’d be busy discussing mock exam

must have been worried that we’d catch some sort

us out into the field during P.E. class

on my menstrual period, so I asked to

minutes into the class, a female classmate suddenly burst into the

of the doors without explaining

Felix got hurt while playing basketball! He’s bleeding so

him!”

hurt, I felt anxious and panicked,

just couldn’t understand why I did what I did. Maybe it was a force of habit for the past ten years or so of being Felix’s lapdog. It had conditioned me to get anxious and

all, I’d treated him as part

was sitting on the ground with his right leg bent toward himself. There was an ugly scrape on his lower

at the injury on his leg. I could see his eyebrows scrunched

lightly blew on the scrape to alleviate the

way, make way! Luna’s here!” the classmate who

path between myself

the Red Sea.

he was. Some sort of emotion flickered in his dark

for me. I