Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 19

I felt a pang in my heart. The sweet, juicy watermelon immediately turned sour in my mouth.

I kept my silence as I frowned and tossed the watermelon skin back onto the table. Then, I wiped myself clean with the towel.

Was that a harmless insult? Or did he really look down on me that much?

He was perfect. As someone who’d had a crush on him for the longest time ever, how much harder did I have to work to shift my affection to somebody else?

I didn’t know if I was destined to spend the rest of my life alone while waiting and hoping that my childhood sweetheart would finally come to his senses.

“Felix White, you’re a meanie. Can’t you stop being so cruel to me?” I whined inwardly.

It was bad enough that he didn’t like me. But he didn’t have to rob me of my peace either.

Please, could he just leave me the fuck alone?

Both our families still spent Christmas Eve together.

Mom, Dad, and I were all quickly ushered over to Uncle Austin’s house early in the morning. Mom then looked at Christmas dinner recipes with Aunt Mel while Dad and Uncle Austin pored over a game of

chess.

p with fairy

was lights. We’d hear caroling outside the door from time to time, and the TV just

was nothing for me to do, and I wanted nothing more than to go home and burrow under my warm, cozy blankets. But Aunt Mel stopped me from leaving and

his room.

her offer, but I also didn’t do as she told me. Instead,

started scrolling on

the past kept flashing in my mind. It was already deeply embedded in my brain, and I didn’t

it sound as if I was a very unforgiving person who held on to grudges, i just knew that there was a deep scar in my heart that never healed. Maybe I would never recover for the

and soul, but I also didn’t dare to get any closer to him. Just what

you doing here alone? You look like a sad, abandoned

phone was suddenly snatched away, making me

onto the armrest on the couch and brought my phone

liked tort was good. Rather, I chose it because it was a

back to me,” I said, reaching up to try and snatch

took a step back and threw me a glance, saying, “If you want your phone

want to go to his room, much less

been secretly taken by me, and I’d saved them for a long, long time. He didn’t know about those photos. I was worried that he would come across those photos by accident and kick up

to his room to retrieve

his table. He was holding my phone with one hand, and his other hand beckoned

of his teeth. His eyes were also

just let me be my miserable self for the day. Why couldn’t he just leave me be

time?