He Mistook Me for Her. His Brother Fell for Me Chapter 02

He Mistook Me for Her. His Brother Fell for Me Chapter 02

Chloe was wrong.

I had had a crush on Julian for years.

He was three years older than me.

When I was a freshman, he was already a senior and was barely on campus.

Back then, freshman orientation had just ended.

He came to campus to pick something up.

I tripped and fell, and he took me to the hospital.

But I was too timid.

I didn’t dare ask for his WhatsApp.

I didn’t even tell him my name.

After he graduated, it became even harder to see him. All I knew was that he came from an old money family, that he was brilliant, and that he had founded a tech company young.

His life went smoothly.

We were from two different worlds. There was never supposed to be a story between us.

Until not long ago, at a party, he added me on WhatsApp.

Then he treated me like I mattered.

We talked every day. It didn’t take long before we made it official.

Now that I thought about it, all that joy, all that sweetness, had only happened because of Chloe.

Just then, my screen lit up.

It was a message from Julian.

He got straight to the point.

[Let’s break up.]

[Delete our chat history. I don’t want Chloe seeing any of it.]

[To make it up to you, I’ll have someone give you seventy thousand dollars.]

To me, that was almost an impossible amount of money.

To Julian, it seemed like nothing.

He was using that money to buy out everything that had ever existed between us.

I stared at the phone screen for a long time before typing.

[Okay.]

After a moment, I added another message.

[I won’t tell anyone what we talked about. You can rest easy, Mr. Whitmore.]

But the message didn’t go through.

He had deleted me.

At that moment, staring at the failed-send notice in the chat box, my hands started shaking hard.

I scrolled up.

Julian and I had talked about so much.

For the past two months, he had been traveling abroad for work. He told me who he met, what he ate, and where he went.

Once, while we were chatting, I asked him to help me with a problem set. He said he was in the shower.

I joked, [I don’t believe you. Prove it.]

He always gave me whatever I asked for.

And he actually sent proof.

The man had just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still wet, his handsome face was sharp and defined, and there was something almost dangerously intense about him.

I got so embarrassed that my face burned.

[Okay, take it back.]

The next second, he sent two voice messages. His voice was low and amused.

“What are you scared of? You’ll be seeing it every day later.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve never touched anyone else. But if it’s with you, I thought about it. It’d probably be interesting.”

Back then, I had even secretly searched what I should know before a first time.

Looking at it now, it was nothing but a hollow little dream.