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

with Christmas decals, and the rest of the house was lights. We’d hear caroling outside the door from time to time, and the TV

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 suggested that I spend some

his room.

as she told me. Instead, I sat down in a corner on

started scrolling

flashing in my mind. It was already deeply embedded in my brain, and I didn’t allow myself to forget it either. Even if Felix had apologized multiple times,

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 rest of my life.

all of my heart and soul, but I also didn’t dare to get

are you doing here alone? You

away, making

the armrest on the

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

to me,” I said, reaching up

a step back and threw me a glance, saying, “If you want your phone back come to my room

didn’t want to go to his room,

full of photos of him. Most of them had been secretly taken by me, and I’d saved them for a long, long time.

to his

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

showing all of his

false hope by leading me on. He should just let me be my miserable self for the day. Why couldn’t he just leave me be instead of disturbing

time?