Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 411

Chapter 411

“Okay. Did Flynn call you?” Colin asked.

“How did you know? Did he contact you?” I was surprised.

“He asked me before if I knew Queenie’s whereabouts, but I didn’t tell him. Actually, if you hadn’t posted that photo, he might not have found so quickly,” Colin explained.

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“I don’t know if I did the right thing. I wanted Flynn to see it. After so many years, they need. to end their relationship instead of letting it hang. Flynn owes Queenie an explanation. And he has to step up if we want Queenie to move on.

“I don’t want Queenie to wait any longer. I pity her. Being together for five years is long enough. I don’t want her to waste a lifetime on Flynn. Flynn isn’t worth it, and Queenie deserves better,” I grumbled sadly.

“I just ended a call with Flynn, and he seemed very emotional. He might come over these days, so keep an eye on Queenie. If anything happens, call me immediately. Don’t try to handle this yourself.

“And make sure Queenie gets to have a talk with Flynn. It doesn’t matter if Flynn will give her closure, but she needs to end things herself. At least she should know what she really wants. That way, she won’t mess things up later. Starting over will definitely be painful,” Colin said

worriedly.

“Okay, I’ll be careful. And I’ll talk to Queenie.” I nodded slightly.

“Good girl. Do you miss me?” Colin grinned boyishly.

Why did he keep asking this question when he knew I wouldn’t confess truthfully? I was as red as a tomato when I admitted to missing him and told him to get home soon.

A woman’s voice sounded from the other end of the screen. I couldn’t quite hear what she said, but the gist was that they couldn’t believe the cool and handsome Mr. White was trying to charm a lady.

Was Colin flirting with me when there was someone else in the room? And it was a woman too. That didn’t seem appropriate.

The voice sounded strangely familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before. It was probably one of Colin’s colleagues. I told myself not to think too much about it.

After ending the call with Colin, a strong sense of unease overwhelmed me. What the hell was this ominous feeling?

It was my idea to reveal Queenie’s whereabouts to Flynn. I just wanted Queenie and Flynn to talk it out and break up. It was the only way Queenie would move on and start a new life.

I came to understand Queenle better recently. Although she seemed calm on the outside as if she had everything under control, I could see her awake from Insomnia every time I woke up at night. The sorrows and depression in her eyes only grew with time. She looked even more desolate.

I thought it was because she was still waiting for Flynn’s explanation. She wished to escape Flynn, but she also hoped that he would look for her. They had been in love for so long. It was hard to imagine the amount of pain she was going through right now.

But even if it hurt, continuing the relationship was out of the question.

And because of this, Queenie grew indecisive. That was where I came in, to give her a pish.

As expected, on the fourth evening after that heavy rain, Flynn came.

The sunset that day was particularly beautiful. Layers of purple and red filled the vast sky, and the setting sun was as red as blood.

I stood at the entrance, waiting for Queenie so that we could go out to grab dinner.

At around 5:30 pm, Queenie, who was in a pink dress, appeared with Andrew. They were both good–looking in their own way and were a sight to see.

I leaned in, glancing at Queenie’s pink dress and then at Andrew’s matching pink short- sleeved T–shirt. I smirked. “Wearing matching outfits already?”

Queenie pinched my waist in embarrassment, but I dodged it. Andrew, on the other hand, laughed while revealing a set of neat white teeth. He chirped happily, “I was originally wearing white. But when I saw Queenie in pink, I ran out to buy something to match with her.‘