He Mistook Me for Her. His Brother Fell for Me Chapter 15

He Mistook Me for Her. His Brother Fell for Me Chapter 15

When I got home, my face was still hot.

I hadn’t expected myself to say yes so quickly.

After showering, I saw that Noah had posted an Instagram Story.

[I’m with her now. It was love at first sight.)

That night, I stared at that line and almost couldn’t sleep.

On the campus forum, a lot of people were guessing who Noah’s girlfriend was.

Some even guessed Chloe.

They speculated that Chloe and Julian had broken up because of Noah.

In the class group chat, someone tagged her.

[Is it you, Chloe?]

She took a long time to respond.

Just two simple words.

[It’s not.]

Probably not many people knew Noah and I knew each other.

My side stayed quiet.

The next day, I went to school.

Noah had something to handle, so he didn’t come with me.

But the moment I reached the teaching building, I saw Chloe.

She stared at me for a long while, then suddenly asked, “It’s you, isn’t it?”

I frowned.

“What?”

She sneered.

“I watched that video more than twenty times. I remember you have that jacket.”

Since she had asked, I didn’t hide it.

“Yes. It’s me…”

Before I could finish, she walked up to me and raised her hand to slap me.

Just then, someone grabbed her arm.

His voice was cold.

“Chloe, what are you dohrig?”

It was Julian.

Before that moment, I had never imagined that between Chloe and me, he would choose my side.

Chloe seemed to realize something all at once.

She pointed at me.

“You fell for her too, didn’t you?”

“You broke up with me for her. But what about her? She doesn’t even care.’

“She’s with your cousin now. Maybe one day she’ll have to call you brother.”

She had dated Julian for that long.

Of course she knew how Julian and Noah were related.

Hearing that, Julian pressed his lips together.

“I know.”

“So what? They’re not married.”

When I heard that, I almost thought I was hallucinating.

A long time ago, he had added my WhatsApp and talked to me every day.

Whenever I had a problem, if I told him, he could immediately give me a good solution.

Back then, I had thought he liked me too.

I had thought my years of secret longing had finally found a little light.

I had even imagined that when we met, I would tell him I had liked him for a very long time.

But he hadn’t given me that chance.

Now, hearing him state so clearly that he liked me, I felt no joy.

Only absurdity.

What was this supposed to be?