After Mother Forced Me To Give Up My Boyfriend To My Sister

I worked overtime a few days to get my work done in order to make sure I was available on Christmas Day. And I took a day off in advance.

Cyril also took a day off and took me to the supermarket to buy a whole trunk of gifts. Then he drove three hundred kilometers to go back home with me.

When we entered the house, there was no one there. My parents were not at home.

Jane walked out of the bedroom in a tank top and short pants, yawning lazily, and glanced at me.

I asked, "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They have something to do, of course. Do you think everyone is as idle as you?"

Cyril carried some expensive wine into the house and carefully placed the bottles on the floor. "Your parents aren't home?"

"Yes..." I was a bit apologetic.

After all, I had told my parents in advance that I would arrive at this time, but they didn't wait for me at home. Obviously, they didn't take this matter seriously.

Cyril smiled and said, "It's fine. We'll wait."

Jane looked over impatiently, and when she saw Cyril, her eyes clearly lit up. "You are?"

Cyril politely smiled, "Hi. I'm Cyril, Chelsea's boyfriend."

"So, you are Cyril." Jane sized him up and walked over. Then she said straightforwardly, "You're so handsome!"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thanks."

I looked at Jane. The neckline of her tank top was so low that I could see her cleavage. Her thighs were exposed in the air, and she looked hot and seductive.

No wonder Cyril was so uneasy.

I frowned, pulled Jane back to the bedroom, took out a T-shirt and pants from the wardrobe, and handed them to her. "Change your clothes. We've got a guest here."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Jane rolled her eyes. "Chelsea, are you afraid that Cyril will be attracted to me?"

I handed the clothes to her again. "You aren't dressed enough. It's not appropriate."

"Appropriate? How? It's the 21st century already, Chelsea," Jane sneered, wrapped her arms around her breasts, and looked at me, showing no intention of taking the clothes in my hands at all.

Her voice was quite loud, and I wondered whether Cyril sitting in the living room could hear her.

I was a bit annoyed. I didn't want Cyril to know about my situation at home, but it seemed impossible to hide it from him anymore.

"Come on. Are you mad?" Jane leaned over, her tone provocative. "That's right. After all, you must have gone through a lot before finding yourself a boyfriend. If he likes me, you'll be devastated. Guys always pursue me and ignore you!"

I looked at her coldly. Since we were young, Jane had always looked down on me, her older sister. She used to think I was unfashionable, and even after I earned more money than her, she still looked down on me. She still tried to provoke me now that I was seeing someone.

Glancing at the Chanel classic bag by the bedside, I frowned, walked up to it, and felt its texture.

Cyril gave me this bag not long ago, so I could tell it wasn't fake.

But how could she afford it?

"Don't touch it!" Jane rushed up, patted my hand away, and carefully stuffed the bag into the cabinet. "Didn't anyone tell you not to touch other people's things?"

"Where did you get the money to buy that bag?" I frowned and asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

I was so mad that I actually laughed and said, "You spent all the money I gave you on bags?"

"None of your business!"

My gaze shifted to the lipsticks and foundation on the dressing table. They were all from luxury brands!

But the money I gave her wasn't enough to buy all these!

"Jane, you..."

"You're so annoying!" Jane interrupted me and snatched the clothes from my hands. "Get out! I need to change clothes!"