One Night Stand with My Crush's Younger Brother

Name: One Night Stand with My Crush's Younger Brother
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Sunny's father was the driver for the top-tier Stuart family. On the day her father passed away, it was pouring rain when Colin approached her with his deep voice saying, "Come with me." He took her in and protected her for nine years. When Sunny heard that Colin almost had a falling-out with his family for the woman he loved, she understood that he didn't have feelings for her and chose to exit gracefully. However, under the enchanting moonlight, they ended up spending the night together. The next afternoon, she woke up to find Richard, Colin's younger brother, lying beside her. Sunny sincerely suggested, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night; how about we part ways amicably?" Richard smiled mischievously, "I didn't have enough fun, so we can't part just yet." The man was casually wearing a bath towel around his waist, with droplets of water running down his forehead, tracing the lines of his collarbone, and disappearing into the towel. His natural sensuality was undeniable. He smirked and lazily said, "Be responsible, Sunny." Later, at a banquet, when Sunny felt unwell and left early, Colin rushed to find her. He knocked on the door of the lounge, but inside, Richard had tightly wrapped his arms around Sunny's waist, pressing her against the door, kissing her passionately, and murmuring, "Tell him to leave." Richard was notorious for his reckless behavior. Everyone thought he was just playing games, passing time. Until one day, the social circle was abuzz: Richard had written a love letter to Sunny. The young aristocrats immediately denied it, saying it was impossible, that it had to be fake! How could the notorious playboy of the prestigious family lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. Richard lazily smiled and corrected, "I written two letters-one love letter, one marriage proposal."

Modern Playboy Scheming One-night stand Drama Twist Forbidden love Second chance

Chapter 11 Emotional Entanglements

03-24 16:11

Chapter 1 She Has a Boss Behind Her in Boston

Sunny sat in the Empire Orchestra's lounge, trying to move her left wrist.

Thankfully, the bone wasn't injured, just slight swelling and pain.

Jack quickly walked over, handing her a bottle of iced drink. "Apply ice first. You should still go to the hospital later."

"Okay."

Sunny took it and pressed it against her wrist. The coldness against her skin eased the sharp pain.

"I thought everyone had gone to Eva's birthday party. I didn't notice anyone at the door. Sorry you got hurt." Jack scratched the back of his head, apologetically.

He stared at Sunny's delicate wrist for a moment, then shifted his gaze to her face and asked, "Did Eva not invite you?"

"She's not my child. Why should I be invited to her birthday?"

Sunny's voice was sweet and gentle, her words slow and soft, without a hint of malice.

Jack, however, looked embarrassed, not knowing how to respond.

His mind involuntarily wandered to the rumors about her.

As the principal cellist of the orchestra, Sunny not only had exceptional playing skills but also a strikingly beautiful face with an excellent bone structure.

It was said that she had the backing of Boston's capital.

The orchestra had been created specifically for her, a way to keep her occupied.

People in the orchestra often mocked that they were just toys, funded by a powerful person to amuse Sunny.

Not inviting her to the birthday party was clearly a sign of exclusion.

Jack secretly looked down on her as a "captive bird," but outwardly, he courteously invited her.

"They might have forgotten. I know where it is, do you want to come with me?"

Sunny remained calm and replied lightly, "There's nothing special about birthdays. Funerals are more interesting."

Jack was choked by her words, feeling a chill run down his back.

After briefly applying ice, Sunny left the orchestra as planned. In the elevator, she opened her phone, where a conversation with Colin's assistant appeared on the screen.

"Miss Garcia, there's an event tonight. I'll send someone to pick you up."

"No need, I'll take a taxi. Please send me the address."

"Location"

Empire Manor, located within the second ring road in a traditional courtyard, with red walls and grey tiles, exuding elegance and privacy.

The courtyard was filled with vibrant, blooming begonia flowers. When the wind blew, petals fluttered, filling the air with fragrance.

The sound of a pipa, like pearls falling on a jade plate, floated softly in the air as Sunny stepped through the door, her pace neither fast nor slow.

The east wing was decorated with ancient charm. A large screen partitioned the inner room. She quickly explored. The screen was made of rosewood and inlaid with treasures, while the furniture was yellow pear wood. Antique porcelain and calligraphy were displayed on a side cabinet.

The room was elegantly furnished, with a faint sandalwood scent in the air.

The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment when Sunny entered.

The people in the room were all young aristocrats from Beijing, and as soon as they heard her entrance, their eyes turned toward her.

"Sister Sunny looks even more beautiful than before, truly a great beauty," someone teased.

"Of course. Mr. Stuart takes such good care of Sunny in every way. The Northern District relocation project is starting, and Sunny is a great contributor!"

This flattery was mixed with something more, hinting at something deeper.

However, the man in the main seat seemed indifferent, showing no emotion.

After many years, Sunny had become accustomed to being surrounded by the gazes of others, but she still felt a momentary nervousness when facing Colin.

He had removed his coat and was wearing a well-tailored white shirt with a vest, looking incredibly handsome and noble.

Seeing that Sunny didn't approach immediately, Colin's calm gaze landed on her face, his voice low and steady.

"Sunny, come here."

Sunny walked over, lowered her head slightly, and called out softly, "Brother."

She then sat down gracefully beside Colin.

Boston, the capital of power, was home to many aristocratic families. At the very top of the pyramid were families with deep roots.

As the heir to the Stuart family, Colin was born with a status that made him untouchable.

Few women had the privilege of receiving special treatment from Colin.

The people in the room were surprised, their eyes scanning Sunny. With her strong yet delicate features and natural beauty, even in simple clothes and light makeup, she stood out in the room full of opulence.

But... what use was beauty when compared to power?

The influential people around her were the real factors that made her extraordinary.

Ignoring the scrutiny, Sunny quietly massaged her wrist.

"What happened to your hand?" Colin noticed her movement and asked casually.

The warm breath brushed past her ear, causing a slight itch. Sunny's fingers curled slightly, her gaze lowered as she replied, "I hit the door, it's nothing serious."

Colin looked at her for a while without speaking.

After a moment, someone invited Colin to the entertainment area to play a few rounds of cards.

He wasn't fond of playing cards.

Out of courtesy, Sunny smiled lightly and said, "I'll go."

Colin raised his eyes and glanced at the card table. The cards were neatly arranged in all four directions. A young girl was sitting in the southern section, skillfully drawing and playing cards, occasionally chatting, always with a gentle smile on her face.

Her gameplay had no strategy, relying purely on instinct, but her luck was surprisingly good.

Even the worst cards in her hands could be turned around.

After the third round of cards, as the deck was being shuffled, Sunny instinctively turned to look toward the main seat.

It was empty.

Colin had already left without her noticing.

Tonight, the leaders of the television station were hosting guests in the grand hall of Empire Manor.

The servers, who usually appeared formal and proud, now greeted the guests with no trace of their usual authority, their energy all focused on their smiles, willing to lower themselves.

This made people curious about which important person could command such respect from the big shots.

The magnificent reception hall was full of leaders who were drunk and unconscious.

The important guest, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the door to the west wing was pushed open from the outside.

Aiden quickly stood up, and everyone in the room turned their attention to the man who had suddenly appeared.

He had an impressive height, wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone, exuding laziness, but what caught the eye was his flawless appearance.

Unfortunately, his aura was so strong that anyone who met his gaze quickly looked away.

As soon as Richard sat down, someone came over to offer him a cigarette. His long fingers held it, and the strong scent of perfume in the room gave him a headache. He waved his hand.

"Get out."

"Don't be so boring," Aiden said, putting his arm around his companion's shoulder with a half-squinted smile. "Even if we're talking business, let's do it in a pleasant way."

"Why don't you finish your fun first?" Richard looked at his watch. "I'll come back in a minute."

Aiden's face turned pale for a moment, but after a few seconds, he relaxed and said, "In business, it's better to stay on good terms and not embarrass anyone."

He gestured to his companion, who immediately followed his cue and left.

Richard flicked the ash from his cigarette and smirked, "I thought you were already cured."

Aiden didn't expect Richard to continue to provoke him, but he couldn't get angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the L25 bidding information."

Richard took the file, flipping through it casually, the paper rustling gently.

The cigarette never made it to his lips as he kept tapping it.

Aiden said, "You left the military district early, didn't you just come for this piece of land?"

Richard raised an eyebrow, his gaze unintentionally drifting toward the window. He saw a couple tangled in a conversation.

The girl was polite and respectful, while the man was persistent.

After a moment, the girl's delicate face started to resemble someone else's.

Richard glanced again.

Tch, it really was his older brother's nightingale.