The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Because I’m not your average guy
“Ah, welcome to my place. No beer, no wine, in short, no alcohol.”

As Sam opened the door and walked into his room with the young woman behind him.

Mia, hearing his words, couldn’t help but feel both amused and slightly irritated.

“Why would you say that? I’m not an alcoholic. I’ve already had enough to drink earlier. I don’t crave alcohol that much.”

Sam, while taking out chilled water from the fridge, muttered softly, “Who knows? It seems to me you spend at least five days a week drinking.”

Mia widened her eyes in surprise.

“Don’t spread rumors. At most, it’s four days. And I play tennis occasionally, you know.”

“Am I supposed to praise you for that?”

Sam shrugged nonchalantly and then casually took a seat on the sofa.

Mia, while examining Sam’s room, said, “You’re still young, you understand nothing. Being an adult comes with a lot of pressure. How can one relieve stress without a bit of alcohol…”

“It sounds like you think no one else in the world is under pressure. And not everyone drinks as frequently as you do.”

“Scared, huh?”

Sam shook his head.

“Not scared, just don’t call me for this kind of situation next time.”

Mia laughed and said, “You’re not drunk… Oh right, you haven’t told me, why did you pretend to be drunk?”

Sam replied.

“You were so drunk, and now you’re slightly sober. If you had continued drinking, how would you have gotten home? I didn’t want to deal with them alone, so pretending to be drunk to get home seemed like the best strategy.”

Mia actually wanted to ask why he pushed her away at that moment.

But the aftermath of what happened in the car was still lingering, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself again so soon.

Mia nodded thoughtfully.

“Still looking out for me, huh? Do you know I’ve been navigating the drinking scene for years and have never once been drunk?”

Sam almost burst out laughing.

There’s a woman next door who says the same. Why don’t you two have a competition?

Of course, with a woman in his house, Sam wouldn’t dare provoke Zoe next door.

Her knives are all razor-sharp.

“Oh please, every person who’s drunk will claim they haven’t had much. Considering how you were acting earlier, you have the nerve to say you’ve never been drunk.”

Sam mercilessly mocked her, even as he distinctly noticed the extra fragrance in his room, unmistakably Mia’s.

He couldn’t tell what perfume she used, but its base notes seemed even more appealing, not that Sam was knowledgeable about such things.

The woman holding the water returned to Sam’s side and plopped down beside him, not showing any signs of feeling like an outsider.

“Gulp, gulp…”

Mia, right in front of him, took large gulps of water.

Sam could clearly see her throat moving slightly with the flow of the water.

It must be said, a beautiful woman must have a beautiful swan neck—elongated and aesthetically pleasing, greatly influencing the overall aura of the person.

For instance, as Sam watched her drink, he couldn’t help but think how it would look if she were swallowing semen… damn, his sexual desires were stirring up trouble again.

Mia seemed oblivious to Sam’s gaze. She looked around the room.

“Not bad, cleaner than I expected. Do you often have girls over to help clean up?”

Sam looked at her strangely.

“Why would you think that?”

Mia matter-of-factly said, “I’ve seen enough girls who, when they like a guy, become completely love-struck. They’d intrude into every aspect of his life if they could, washing his clothes, taking care of his household, cooking for him, only to be kicked to the curb eventually.”

Sam waved his hand dismissively.

“That’s not the case. Besides… is that even called dating? Sounds more like getting a maid for free.”

Mia scoffed, “It’s easy for girls to fall into that trap, thinking if they give their all, they’ll get something in return. They willingly give everything away, thinking it’s devotion, but it’s actually folly. Once they’ve given everything, men lose interest, which is just plain stupid.”

Sam looked at Mia curiously, “Sounds like you’re quite carefree in love.”

Mia, who actually had no experience in love, was taken aback for a moment before sitting up straight, trying to look mature and worldly.

“Of course. The men who’ve dated me were only left with the memories of being dumped by me. There’s no way I’d do their chores.”

“Impressive.”

“Uh-huh… What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Your… style in love?”

Mia asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

She was indeed curious because she thought a handsome guy like Sam must have had his share of romances, and probably was a bit of a player, acting so mature and often even lecturing her. It was clear he wasn’t some innocent virgin.

Sam smiled.

“I’ve never been in a relationship.”

This wasn’t a joke; he truly hadn’t, except for that thing with Angel… Well, that wasn’t love; that was warfare.

He could shamelessly answer that way.

School was about to start again… Sam’s life was foreseeably going to become ‘more perilous.’

“Come on, you’re lying. How could you never have been in a relationship?”

Mia didn’t believe him at all.

Sam appeared unbothered, “It’s the truth. Why would I lie about something that’s not even flattering? But indeed, I haven’t. Maybe I’ve just been focused on life and studies.”

Mia scoffed, “Hmph, I don’t believe a word you say now~”

“Don’t believe it then… Have you had enough? I need to rest.”

Sam was clearly hinting for her to leave, but Mia didn’t want to go.

She felt the alcohol fermenting inside her; she didn’t feel it before, but now it seemed like payback time. Her head felt dizzy, and besides… chatting with Sam was genuinely interesting.

Especially looking at his handsome face, she wasn’t bored at all.

She had a sudden idea.

“I’m hungry~”

Sam looked at her strangely.

“Do you think you’re a baby waiting to be breastfed? If you’re hungry, go eat something.”

Mia retorted, clearly annoyed, “Now I believe you’ve never been in a relationship. What I meant was, can’t you find something for me to eat?”

Sam spread his hands wide.

“I just got back from my hometown. What do you expect to find in my place to eat?”

Mia glanced around, “Don’t you even have noodles or something?”

Sam paused, “Actually, there might be some spaghetti, but…”

“I want it cooked, then add an egg to it, please.”

Sam was about to suggest that it was too late and she might as well go to a convenience store to buy some bread, but before he knew it, she had sprawled on the sofa, hugging a pillow and placing her order.

Sam felt bewildered, realizing he’d somehow become a servant.

“You really have some nerve.”

“I’m still no match for you~ Besides, getting hungry after drinking is common~”

“So now you admit you’ve drunk too much.”

With no real option to leave Mia there, Sam reluctantly got up to cook the spaghetti.

Watching Sam competently start the fire and boil the water, Mia felt a genuine sense of comfort.

Being taken care of by Sam when drunk… didn’t seem too bad.

Though he was fond of banter, he was handsome and even cooked for her… Wait, when had her standards dropped this low?

But when Mia actually tasted the delicious spaghetti, all those thoughts vanished.

“Wow~~~ This is so good~~~ Aren’t you eating?”

Mia had eaten most of the bowl before she remembered to ask.

Sam, with his palm supporting his face, said resignedly, “Thanks for remembering me. Don’t worry, I’m not hungry. I don’t have the habit of eating late at night.”

Mia frowned, “Young people really don’t know how to enjoy life. Don’t you know that having a late-night snack is one of those moments that can truly make you feel happy?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright, finish up and head back. I’m really tired.”

“Just love to rush people.”

The woman murmured, taking a few more bites of her noodles.

Then, looking up, she saw Sam idly playing with his phone, the light illuminating his handsome face and those…tempting lips.

She suddenly remembered something.

“Sam, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

How come eating noodles doesn’t keep this woman’s mouth shut?

Mia chewed on her noodles, her gaze darting around the table, seemingly unable to look him straight in the eye, then she whispered.

“About that time…in the bar…playing that game…why did you push me away?”

“Ah?”

Sam hadn’t expected this question. Mia immediately looked away, her cheeks flushing as she said,

“I didn’t mean anything by it! I definitely don’t have any weird thoughts about you, I’m just curious… Normally, men would just ignore it, right? Why did you push me away? Just curious!!”

Sam replied, somewhat annoyed, “Because I’m not your average guy. Is that answer enough for you?”

Mia mumbled, “That’s such a brush-off.”

Sam smiled, looking out into the night and said softly,

“Actually, it’s nothing big. It’s true that drinking can relieve stress and allow us to indulge, but it doesn’t mean we can all bear the consequences. I just didn’t want you to have regrets.”

So that was it…

But far from having regrets, Mia found herself wanting to try…

No.

Why would she think like that?

Sam, this guy, always pretending to be mature, guessing her thoughts again!

Mia huffed.

“Consider yourself a gentleman this time… I’m done. I’m leaving!”

Unexpectedly, Mia was very straightforward after finishing her statement, without any dilly-dallying.

Sam courteously walked her to the door.

That’s when Mia remembered something.

“By the way, what exactly did you ask me to help you with?”

Sam chuckled, “You’ll know when the time comes. Don’t worry, it’s definitely nothing too difficult or bizarre, no need to be anxious.”

“Hmph, it better not be, or else be careful, I might take up legal arms and annihilate you humanely.” She waved her little fist, waved goodbye, and then walked away from Sam’s presence.

As the door closed, Sam realized she had really left.

Just like that?

Easier than he had expected.

In the days that followed, everything seemed to return to normal. There were no issues Sam worried about, nor did the events of that night lead to any awkwardness in his relationship with Mia.

Not at all; they continued to chat and talk as usual.

Mia occasionally asked Sam to drink with her, but Sam made it a point to stick to convenience stores, avoiding bars.

The calm was disrupted in the week before school started, due to an unexpected call Sam received while planning to sleep in. It wasn’t from anyone else but his teacher, Alice.

It had been nearly a month since he last saw her.

Sam answered the call.

“Sam, congratulations, you’ve been selected as a member of the Summer Camp Experience. Prepare your daily necessities and books, and meet at the school entrance at 9 am tomorrow. You will be accompanied by nineteen classmates of the same grade, and I will be your responsible mentor.”

“…”

Without even looking, just by the sound of her voice, Sam could almost visualize Alice’s enticing smile on the other end of the call.

And indeed, that was the case.

Alice was smiling throughout the call, her phone nestled against her ample breasts as she gazed at the dim morning light outside.

“Ah… how shall I deal with you this time, Sam~”