Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 413

Chapter 413

“I’m here for Queenie. Get lost.” Flynn closed his eyes and composed himself.

It seemed that he had matured over the years and could now control his emotions with ease. However, while he might have excelled in the business world, he was not a suitable lover.

Andrew tried to intervene again but was stopped by Queenie.

Queenie emerged from behind him and looked up at Flynn. “Say what you have to say here. We have dinner plans in ten minutes.”

The veins on Flynn’s forehead bulged and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes burning with anger. He was suppressing his emotions.

‘Fine, I’ll say it here. My parents chose Yanice to be my marriage partner. She’s the woman you met that year. She has liked me for many years, but she’s just a marriage candidate. I don’t

like her.

“As for the child, I drank too much one night. I didn’t even know what happened when I woke up. I was still lying on her, and we hadn’t even pulled away,” Flynn began speaking.

Queenie trembled upon hearing this, and a wave of pain hit her. She bent over slightly, curling up due to the pain.

My heart ached, and I walked over to hug her shoulders, silently offering my support.

I never believed that a drunk person would do something like that unless they wanted to. Their drunkenness was just an excuse for their reckless behavior. Men were always unwilling to admit their mistakes, instead shifting the blame onto innocent women. How despicable.

Queenie flashed me a sad smile. She still looked incredibly beautiful but so helpless.

“Queenie, whether you believe me or not, I truly don’t know what happened. We only slept together once and she got pregnant. It’s my child, so I have to take responsibility. I’m also int as much pain as you are Queenie.

‘But what can I do? The child is my flesh and blood. I can’t just abandon it. You’re so kind. Surely, you understand, right?,

“Queenie, come back with me. You can ask anything from me. Money, houses, cars, jewelry… anything. Or maybe you’re concerned about having children of our own? That’s okay, you can have as many children as you want, and I’ll support them all. They’ll all be my precious

children.

Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.

“Yanice wishes to become my wife, and I’ve agreed. But I’ll stay by your side and never go

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home. Trust me, Queenie. Except for marriage, I can give you everything else in this world. And I won’t break my promise.”

Flynn’s promise was solemn and sincere. But to me, it was so laughable. How could he be so shamelessly confident? Did he ever love Queenie?

Queenie had wasted years of her life for this.

“Shut up, Flynn! You’re worse than scum! Get lost! Now!” I was furious and cursed at him.

Flynn’s expression turned unpleasant, but he still stood his ground, stubbornly demanding an

answer.

Perhaps he had never received such scolding due to his privileged upbringing. And if it wasn’t because of my identity, he would have already resorted to violence.

Queenie lowered her head and smiled faintly. She then raised her head and said calmly,

H

Flynn, I have a couple of questions for that day, when Yanice and her mother caused a

scene at my company, you had simply walked away with her in your arms.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to get back up in front of those hundred onlookers?”

Flynn paled, but he said nothing.

Queenie continued, “You asked me what I want, and it’s pretty simple. I want a two–bedroom apartment and a husband who comes home right after work. We’d go to the market, cook, decide on a name for our baby, visit the beach, and watch the stars together. Can you give me that?

“You said we can have as many children as I want. But what will their last name be? Don’t you know kids will bully fatherless kids? Do you think it’s an honor to grow up with the label of bastard?”