My Secret Crush is My Brother's Best Friend

5

"What should I do? Is it useful to pretend to be unconscious now?"

Edward stood up directly, resting his hand on Brian's shoulder.

"Come on. Brian, let me tell you..."

Then, they two stood shoulders to shoulders in a corner secretly. I wondered what they were saying.

The doctor came out of the consultation room again and handed me the list of minimally invasive surgery for kidney stones. He said, "Little girl, drink less soda in the future. Drink more water. You're so young, but you have such a big kidney stone."

But I no longer cared about the kidney stone inside my body that had tortured me to the point of death.

I looked in the direction of Edward and Brian, longing to see through them.

I saw Brian's expression. At first, he was shocked. Then, he had doubts. In the end, he wanted to laugh, but he dared not to.

"I'm so anxious to know what they said."

In the end, I saw Brian bowing his head as if apologizing.

After a while, the two of them walked towards me.

When Brian tricked me into blowing up cow dung when we were kids, he smiled the same way as he was now.

He was gloating too.

Edward was holding back a smile. Taking over the minimally invasive surgery form from my hands, he said, "I'll help you pay the bill."

Then he turned around and walked away.

Brian nodded at me and raised his thumb, looking at me teasingly.

"31 years old? Executive director of a Fortune 500 company? Elegant and curly hair? Fiery red lips? Wearing high heels to work every day? Not bad, Clara. What a modern urban woman!"

He was describing the daily image of me that I had told Edward in the game.

Those who bragged online and got exposed in the real life would be as awkward as I was now.

I am experiencing such feelings now.

From the moment Edward shouted out my game ID last night, I knew I would be overwhelmingly embarrassed one day.

"But will I admit such an embarrassing thing?"

I stared at him innocently, blinking my eyes and saying, "Brian, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Nothing. I just think the image that Edward described to me just now is so attractive. I want to find one too."

Brian raised an eyebrow and rubbed his nose.

I made up my mind and decided to voice my confusion. I said, "Brian, did you make a mistake? Edward said he doesn't like Julia."

Brian patted my head with a big hand and nodded. He said, "It seems that I made a mistake."

Then, he changed his tone, deliberately dragging out each word. "He said he liked Jessa Doyle."

After hearing Brian's words, I felt so excited and shocked.

I felt as if my face was burning right now.

At this time, Edward came back.

"Clara, your surgery is scheduled to be the next morning."

I stood up abruptly, turned my head, and stuttered, "Okay, then... let's go home."

Then I walked towards the gate by myself, walking sometimes fast and sometimes slowly. I was so excited that I wanted to scream right now.

"I want to tell the whole world that it turns out the man I have liked for so many years likes me back."

"After so many years, am I finally going to bring my Mr. Right home?"

"No, I am bringing a man home."

When I returned home and calmed down, I felt something was wrong.

"How did Edward know that Jessa Doyle was my game ID?"

I usually used a different account for chatting. I even secretly learned dubbing for game voice chat. I deliberately shaped my personality to be so different from mine on usual days.

"So, does Edward like me, or the Jessa Doyle that I created?"

After all, I confessed to him once when I started my college study. At that time, I was solidly rejected and even despised for being too young.

"Maybe Edward met Jessa Doyle in the game. He was attracted by the image I created."

I didn't know when he had found out that I was Jessa Doyle in the game. "No wonder he came to find me last night."

Thinking about it, I felt sad again.

At that moment, I felt like the female protagonist of youth literature. I liked someone for a long time, but the counterpart fell in love with a fictional person.

He fell for a fictional person created by himself.