When My Girlfriend Falls In Love with My Male Brother

In the morning, when I was about to go to work, I was surprised to see that Lara had made breakfast.

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for me.

"You're awake, Danny. Have some breakfast. I made it myself. I don't know if it suits your taste."

"No need. My colleague has already bought it for me," I said lightly.

The colleague I was referring to was the one who commuted to work with me. There was a breakfast joint downstairs from her house, and she always brought something for me. Of course, I paid her.

"I see... Then go wash up. I'll take you to work later. I'm sure you don't wanna trouble others always."

I stared at Lara as if she were a stranger.

What happened? She actually offered me a lift?

"No need. I'll take my colleague's car."

"It's too ... troublesome for others!"

"It's not. I pay for the gas. Besides, you're the one who finds it troublesome, remember?"

She seemed to be choked on my words for a moment and stayed silent for quite a while.

When she urged me to buy a car back then, I didn't even have a driver's license.

She gave me a vision.

She said, "With a car, I can pick you up and drop you off at work. It's so romantic!

"Once we have a car, we can take a weekend road trip, go out in the suburbs, and have a world that only belongs to the two of us."

But just a few days after I bought a car, Lara became impatient.

"Your company is so far away, and it's not on my way. It's early in the morning. I need my beauty sleep.

"Handle it yourself. Don't bother me again!"

After she said that, she never picked me up or dropped me off at work again.

I spent my days on the crowded subway while paying off the car loan. Now that I thought about it, I was such a big sucker.

"Is your colleague who rides with you a man or a woman?"

"A woman. She's just a friend. Do you have any other questions?"

She hesitated for a while and couldn't say anything.

Maybe to make her suffer more, I said deliberately.

"Relax. I have never taken care of her when she was sick, never peeled crabs for her, and never stayed overnight at her house in the middle of the night!"

After saying that, I left, and I heard Lara's clear sobbing behind me.

I was napping at noon.

Unexpectedly, I received a message from Lara on WhatsApp.

It was a photo. She was in a meeting. She also texted, [What are you doing?]

Was she ... reporting to me?

Sliding my fingertips, I scrolled up our chat history.

I used to be such a simp. In the past, I used to send multiple messages without getting a single reply from Lara, but I still persisted in texting her.

And now, I hadn't taken the initiative to send her a message for half a month.

I had to say that this half month had been the most enjoyable half month since I started dating her!