Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 622

"What is it?" I perked up, eagerly waiting for Queenie to point me in the right direction.

"Luna Lawson."

Me?

I looked at her in confusion. Her face, reddened by the sun, had a mischievous smile. "Yes, there's only one Luna Lawson in the world. Isn't that unique enough?"

This damn woman...

She was playing with fire here.

My face turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation as I suddenly realized what she meant. I tickled her and said, "I'm not an object, you are. Queenie, are you asking for trouble?"

I shouldn't have trusted her. Nothing good came from her mouth. She was just deliberately teasing me.

"Yes, you're not an object, I am. Stop it already. But aren't I right? If you can't replace a suitable gift, just book a hotel room. I'll help you decorate it, wrap you up, and put you on the bed. Mr. White would definitely be overjoyed. He won't get enough of you."

"Stop that. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll skin you alive and feed you to the sharks."

Although I knew about sex, I was still a virgin. I couldn't handle her jokes.

After some fooling around, we found a place to have lunch and continued shopping in the afternoon.

We wandered until seven in the evening. I was feeling exhausted, but I hadn't found the desired gift.

Queenie and I were totally defeated and deflatedly decided to walk the last street before heading home.

"Are we going home already? But you haven't found the gift yet."

"Yeah, if there's nothing suitable here, we'll go home. Worst-case scenario, I'll just spend a few days painting a piece for him. It might not be very original, but it's handmade, so he should like it." "Luna, look over there." Queenie nudged me with her shoulder. "What's that?"

I turned to look and saw a set of blue chubby figurines through the window display, each one exquisitely crafted and adorable.

Anyone familiar with me knew I had a special fondness for the cartoon character, Blue Monster. This set of Blue Monster figurines was charming to me, and I wanted to have a closer look. If I could, I might even take them home.

Upon entering the store, I discovered that it was a handicraft workshop. I had never thought there was more to discover inside.

The storefront looked small, but it was quite long and had different areas, decorations, and projects. Customers could make their own creations guided by professionals.

I stood by a workbench and watched a long red yarn transform into various shapes under the teacher's quick fingers. I marveled at the magical moment.

As my eyes scanned the display cases of finished products, inspiration struck me.

Colin was the Prince Charming of Lincoln University and a teacher at Jesselton College. He had always carried himself seriously, always refined and rarely smiling. He wore dark clothes, and all his belongings were plain and simple.

Even his keychain was just a simple ring, and there was no decoration on his car keys. Even the inside of his car was bare, serious and dull.

What about giving him a set of keychains? Although they were not worth much money, Colin had never cared about such things.

I had known him since I was born, so I knew what kind of person he was. And the fact that I personally handcrafted the keychains would show my sincerity. Plus, they would fit his image perfectly. I was sure he would like this gift.