009: Loving You for a Lifetime (4)

Robin Summer had always been the school belle, whether in elementary school, middle school, high school, or college.

With a height of 172 cm, her legs alone were close to 40 inches, earning her the title of a long-legged goddess. Not to mention her stunningly beautiful face and graceful figure. She had always been the object of pursuit by the boys. Any man who had seen her remained captivated, completely entranced by her allure.

Of course, except for George Summer.

Robin did not understand. What was wrong with her? Why had her several shameless confessions over the years left him unaffected?!

"Robin..." George gripped her arms. He sat up abruptly, his handsome face expressionless, "You are my sister, always will be! ...So go back to your room and sleep."

"I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving!" Robin was stirred, entirely leaving her rationale behind. She screamed, "Tara Summer is also your sister. If she comes to your room today, would you still force her out? Would you?!"

She wriggled free from his grasp, her fair arms circling his neck, her seductive body pressing against his chest.

George's body was hot. For a young, vigorous man like him, having physical desires was normal and Robin was well aware of this.

She intentionally tested his will. George's breathing became heavier, his eyes narrowed, the black depths showing traces of anger.

Just as Robin was about to tug his sleep pants, he suddenly pushed her away, "Go back to your room!"

His tone was harsh. Bare from the waist up, he went to the door and opened it without even casting her a glance.

"George Summer..." Robin's self-esteem undoubtedly suffered a brutal blow. Her face turned pale; her heart shattered to the ground. She walked up to him, her eyes slightly reddish and gritted her teeth, "You're brave! We will see, one day you will be mine! Only mine!"

Having said those words, she stormed off. Regardless of her slipping shoulder strap, she just ran upstairs.

George was about to close the door, his expression grave. Meanwhile, Tara who had been hiding around the corner moved ever so slightly. George halted his motion, his gaze drifting towards the corner to rest upon Tara's pink slipper poking out from behind the corner, his eyes deepening.

"Come out." How long had she been standing there?

Tara was taken aback. She heard the door being opened from his room, so she quickly hid, to avoid the awkward encounter between the three of them. Little did she know that he had spotted her!

"Brother George..." She slowly came out and standing dozens of steps away, her clear eyes fixed on the man leaning against the door.

George was only wearing a pair of black sleep pants. He was shirtless and the warm yellow light seemed to paint a layer of gold on his body, enhancing his innate warmth.

Tara had never seen him shirtless before. The usually elegant and educated George looked quite different, his solid chest and strong abdomen displaying a hint of wildness.

She had always known that George, being one-hundred-eighty-five centimeters tall, was handsome and charismatic, a high-quality man that many girls favored. However, seeing him bare-bodied at this moment, she still couldn't help blushing.

"I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have eavesdropped." She pressed her lips together, averting her gaze is bashfulness, not daring to look at his upper body or his face.

George remained silent; his deep eyes were fixed on her, as if trying to penetrate her heart.