Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 545

Helen looked back at him in surprise, a hint of joy gradually appearing in her eyes. She blushed and quickly held his hand, leaning against his arm. Then, she said with a smile that she wanted to eat barbecue.

She arrogantly glanced at me from the corners of her eyes where Matthew couldn't see. She was obviously flaunting me.

This woman, she really cracked me up.

Matthew rubbed the back of her head and rested his hand on her shoulder. Then, he nudged her into the back seat of the car.

Suddenly, I felt like I might have unintentionally become a third wheel.

If it weren't for me, Helen would be sitting in the front passenger seat.

She sat with me together in the back and seemed a little lost in thought. She would occasionally steal glances at Matthew through the rearview mirror. Whenever their eyes met and she saw his smiling face, she would quickly avert her gaze and pretend to look outside. She was both cute and awkward.

It seemed that her heart was fluttering.

I watched them for a while and then leisurely smirked at her until her face turned red. She turned away from me.

"The clouds seemed to have cleared. Congratulations, Ms. Johnston." I teased her in a low voice in her ear and successfully made her turn beet red.

Matthew clearly heard the whispered words as his lips curled into a faint smile.

Everyone enjoyed the barbecue, especially Helen. Matthew personally took care of her throughout the meal, serving her food and passing her drinks. He made her so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.

As we left, I secretly swore that I would never eat with them again. I hardly ate any meat, but I felt stuffed with their lovey-dovey interactions.

It was not that I didn't understand the importance of respecting our teachers, but the professor once said that painting required a calm mind—free from anxiety and impatience. One should remain steadfast like a mountain despite the storm and not be influenced by any external conditions.

I had been deeply influenced by the professor's teachings for many years. If I didn't even have this level of control, then I might really be living in vain.

I asked the professor what it was that brought him to the studio, but he was mysteriously tight-lipped about it. He only said that I should go home and change into a more formal dress as he wanted to take me out.

The professor's instructions were like imperial edicts to me. There was no way that I could refuse.

I was worried that I couldn't make it in time as it was a bit far to go home and change. I remembered that I still had some clothes in the dorm that I hadn't taken with me. So, I decided to go there to find a suitable dress.

Helen wasn't in the dorm, and I was happy for the peace and quiet. I could avoid the need to explain to her. I didn't have to listen to her blabber about her love life either.