Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 536

The cold dialing tone of the phone rang until it turned into a busy tone and hung up automatically, with no one answering.

I was walking absentmindedly while holding the paint, my hand firmly holding my phone. I was waiting for Colin to call me back.

According to his habit, he would definitely call back within five minutes after missing my call, even when he was busy.

But today, after ten whole minutes passed, my phone was still quiet. In the chat box pinned at the top of WhatsApp, the last message from him was from yesterday afternoon. He had asked me if I wanted to ea some fruit.

Suddenly, I had an unprecedented sense of unease.

Even when I entered Crystal House, I was still thinking about that tall figure, wondering if he was Colin. If he was, where was he now, and why hadn't he returned my call!

With something on my mind, I couldn't focus even after sitting in front of my canvas for a while. Not wanting to ruin the painting, I put down the brush and decided to go to Colin's office.

Maybe I was mistaken, and he was actually working on his desk. Or maybe he wasn't there, but someone knew where he went.

As I was rushing out, I didn't notice the footsteps outside. So, I collided with Ivy Ford, a sophomore, as she came in.

The young woman was petite and delicate. So when I bumped into her, she was pushed back and fell to the ground. The things she was holding went flying all over the place.

"Luna, why are you in such a rush?" Ivy pouted her lips and rubbed her arm, her teary eyes particularly pitiful.

She was the only one in the sophomore year to be praised by Professor King. The old man once told me that Ivy's painting style was versatile and that she was very talented, suggesting that she should be fostered separately.

She took her own initiative to introduce herself to me even before the professor had said anything, acting close to me. I tried to stop her several times, but it was useless. So, I gave up and let her be.

At that time, I had wanted to ask the professor how she compared to me. But then I thought it was meaningless. There were many talented individuals in the world of art. If I asked, it would make me seem petty and narrow-minded. Besides, I should be proud of having an outstanding junior.

These days, she would spend her free time in Crystal House. It was rare for such a young person to not go out partying. So, this just proved the professor's keen eye for spotting talent.

I had deliberately observed her several times when she was focused on painting. She had that kind of concentration and fascination. She was totally engrossed in her work.

I seemed to see my former self in her. When I was her age, I was really serious too.

I also found that she particularly liked to be around Winston. Her eyes would light up as soon as she saw him. She would revolve around him completely, treating him like the center of her world. It made me want to play matchmaker.

It was my fault for bumping into her so suddenly and causing her to get hurt. So, I quickly helped her up. She rubbed her buttocks and followed me back into the room before sitting down in her seat. I asked her worriedly, "Is it serious? Let me take you to the infirmary."

"It's okay. It was just a scratch, I'll be fine. By the way, were you rushing to the bathroom to pee, Luna?"