Chapter 1The Heart He Didn't Know He Had

In the third year of my secret crush on Ethan Sterling, his younger brother took a liking to me.

So the always rebellious young master dyed his hair back to black.

Quit racing, stopped playing extreme sports.

Just followed behind me every day, sweetly calling me "Sister."

Everyone could see he liked me.

So could Ethan.

So he gave me a card:

"It's good that he has ambition now. Humor him."

Instantly, I felt it was utterly pointless.

Later, Ethan got drunk and whined to me about stomach pain.

But he heard sticky, wet sounds.

He questioned who I was with.

My breath was unsteady, and I laughed.

"Humoring your brother."

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This is the third time Caleb Sterling has come to me with documents today.

I lowered my eyes, trying not to meet his burning gaze.

Adhering to professionalism, I taught him bit by bit.

After explaining, a cup of brown sugar water at the right temperature was handed to me.

Caleb smiled very sweetly, his canine teeth a bit wild.

"Sister Jasmine, are you thirsty?"

The teasing eyes of colleagues around were pinned on us.

My face was a bit hot, heart moved.

Don't know how he knew my period came.

Smiling and joking with him:

"So meticulous, did you understand everything I said?"

Caleb raised his eyebrows, confident and relaxed.

Hands propped on the desk, leaning forward to circle me in his arms.

Chest leaned falsely against the back of the chair, just the right sense of boundary.

Don't know what cologne he used, like sunshine, surrounding me warmly.

I was a bit distracted, until he spoke smugly:

"Done, amazing right?"

Only then did I suddenly wake up.

Pretending to be calm, checked it once, sure enough all correct.

Caleb looked at me expectantly, waiting for praise.

I dodged his gaze a bit evasively, dryly said:

"Learned very fast."

Waiting for Caleb to leave with disappointed eyes, Luna, who has a good relationship with me, couldn't help but crowd over:

"No, Ms. Jasmine Lane, can't you really tell he likes you?"

"If you ask me, you are successful in your career now, should also spare some thought for other places."

"I think Caleb is quite good, top-quality little wolf dog (young, aggressive but loyal man), typical obedient under bed, wild on bed type."

"When first saw him, lip studs, eyebrow studs none missing, studs on ears more than moles on my face. For you, he has honestly been a good boy for three months."

Seeing me a bit distracted, she hated iron for not becoming steel, emphasizing her tone:

"And I heard he keeps himself clean, is the boss's brother, no pressure, just trust fund millions a month, also smart and romantic."

She rambled a lot.

I knew she meant well for me.

But she didn't know, I didn't accept Caleb, not because he wasn't good enough, but because there was someone in my heart.