Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 466

I heard my phone chime.

Unsurprisingly, it was from Colin. It was a selfie he took in the bathroom. His eyes looking into the camera were filled with a mixture of grievance and satisfaction, and there was a faint blush of shyness on his

face.

He was an adult carrying the shyness of a young teenager. This characteristic of a puppy-like innocence seemed incompatible with his overall demeanor.

As I pondered why he would make such a coquettish expression early in the morning, another message came in: "Guess what I'm doing?"

"Um, taking a cold shower?" I suggested according to the usual plot in a romance novel and waited for his response.

He replied and added an irritated emoji: "You're partly correct. I wasn't showering but washing my pajama pants."

What was there to be shy about washing pajama pants? Colin was becoming more and more contentious.

"Guess why I had to wash my pajama pants?"

This time, I guessed somewhat seriously. Yet, even after pondering for a full minute, I couldn't figure it out. Did something happen that really needed me to take a guess?

I replied: "Because they were dirty."

"In a strict sense, yes, they were dirty. I changed them three times last night. It was wet and cold but someone didn't care. So I had to get up and wash them myself."

Dirtying three pairs of pajama pants in one night? He hadn't eaten something bad, had he?

I was too worried, so I made a video call with toothpaste foam still in my mouth.

Colin was still in the bathroom, his phone positioned in a way that was level with his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing something.

"Baby, did you dream about your hubby?" He grinned.

Humph, who's my hubby? How shameless, he barely even made the first step.

"I did. By the way, is your stomach still hurting? Do you need to take some medicine?"

He glanced at me meaningfully, his hands still busy. "My stomach doesn't hurt. It just feels empty."

"Empty?" I muttered, feeling puzzled. "Why? Are you dehydrated?"

He paused for a moment and quickly grasped my meaning. His expression, previously somewhat roguish, suddenly turned dark. It seemed like he was ready to swallow me whole. Just as I was wondering what to say next, he said with a sinister tone, "I don't have diarrhea."

"Then how did you get your pajama pants dirty so many times in one night? Wasn't it due to incontinence?" I considered his dignity and didn't dare to be too straightforward.

It was quite embarrassing for an adult to soil their pants no matter the reason, so I had to save him some face.

I was cautiously expressing myself, but his expression grew even darker. It started to turn icy now.

His gaze felt like blades that were ready to cut me into pieces.

My intuition told me I had made a mistake, a big one that might damage a man's dignity and pride.

"Didn't you say you got it dirty three times?" I stammered, unable to look into his fiery eyes. I swallowed hard and then bravely wade through the minefield. "I'm just concerned about you. Having diarrhea isn't something to be ashamed of. If you're sick, you should seek treatment."

The more I spoke, the colder his gaze became, and the more insecure I felt. In the end, my voice turned into a mere whisper.

"Luna Lawson!" Colin suddenly raised his voice. It was overflowing with anger. "Listen up, you little shit. I didn't have diarrhea. I was just thinking about a heartless little brat a little too much. Could you consider my feelings a little?"

This was the first time he swore.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

So that was what happened...

How embarrassing, I couldn't face anyone now.