《Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother 》全部章節：第 751 章 - 第 760 章

Women typically were the nurturers in relationships. However, in my case, my boyfriend, Colin, was the epitome of consideration. He could intuitively understand my thoughts and soothe my anxieties. I felt incredibly fortunate to have a boyfriend like him. He was the one I could trust completely. Colin truly adored me and could even decipher my mood from a simple social media post. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. "I love you too, Colin. Work hard. I'll be waiting for you to return," I texted, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me. His words had helped me forget the unhappiness from the previous night.Expressing my love for Colin made me realize how wonderful it felt to be open with the person you care about. To further brighten Colin's day, I decided to make a habit of showering him with sweet words.Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I noticed that several people had liked my first post from last night. The first like surpri

Colin told me Lagado was just a part of the Taylors' current collaboration with the college and that the previous run-in with Jasmine had only happened because she was here to lay the groundwork.The Taylors were planning to turn the mountainside into a villa area. They had specially picked out a village within a reasonable distance of the city that boasted fine countryside views for surveillance purposes.This was the village where the mudslide had happened.The project was centered on creating a neighborhood of colonial-style villas and thus included the development and reconstruction of the village. The design proposal was already underway, but a development like this required forcing out the current occupants of the village. The villagers did not want to leave behind the place where generations of their family had lived, and relocating them would be a challenge. Jasmine had bravely volunteered to take on the task. She had her reasons. The head of the Taylor family had pr

I couldn't help but wonder if Colin expected his trip this time to be exceptionally long. Neither Colin nor Ash had given me a clear timeframe for his return. As I glanced at the steaming bowl of oatmeal, Colin's message and location from a few hours ago came to mind. "I'm heading to the construction site. I heard the signal's spotty. I'll be cautious. Don't worry, I'll contact you once I've got a signal."I checked the latitude and longitude from the location pin. It was in a suburban area with overgrown weeds and dense trees. There was not a road in sight. It was undeveloped land. What could Colin, a designer, need to work on?My knowledge of civil engineering was limited, but from my understanding, the initial stages of a project typically require a professional architect team, not an artist. Colin's job focused on designing and crafting colonial-style elements that were added to a building after the main construction was complete. It was an on-site production. Unlike my Tudor p

I headed to Colin's office after class to prepare for the next day's lesson. Finding it hard to concentrate, I set the mouse aside and sat at his desk to daydream.Suddenly, the sound of a cup being placed on the table brought me back to reality. Mr. Walker smiled and offered me a sip of water.Without thinking, I took a huge gulp, only to realize the water was warm. It settled in my stomach, instantly clearing my mind.I recalled my poor performance in the earlier class and felt utterly ashamed. I failed in my duties as a lecturer. If Colin had been there, he would have done a much better job than I did.My parents and Colin would be disappointed to learn that I failed at such a simple task. It seemed like I had much to learn. After finally making it through the day, I had no appetite for dinner or interest in going to Crystal House. All I could think about was Colin's safety. When I returned to the apartment, I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move. I stared at my phone, looking a

I forced myself to focus on productive matters, unwilling to engage in pointless conversation with Winston. I didn't feel like talking, so I bent down to pick up the things from the ground and handed them to him. Quietly, I went to my easel, lifted the canvas draped over it, and sat down to gather my thoughts."Say, Ms. Luna, you look disheartened. You don't look too good. What happened?" Winston seemed to notice my unusual state of mind as he followed me back into the room. He stood beside me, watching me pick up my paintbrush, puzzled.Perhaps everyone was accustomed to my carefree demeanor. So, my sudden dejection and exhaustion surprised him. My hand, already holding the brush, paused momentarily. When I left, I had only tidied my hair without washing my face. The telltale traces of traces must have been too obvious for Winston to miss. Rubbing my face with my left hand, I firmly massaged my neck. I tried to appear more composed. "It's nothing. I'm just hungry," I replied