The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: If you end up being closer to her instead, wouldn’t I be the one who’s been NTR’d?
At the entrance of the convenience store stood a young man and a young woman together, bathed in intersecting beams of light.

Thankfully, it was quiet around this time, virtually deserted.

Otherwise, anyone witnessing this eerie scene might spend half a day trying to figure out what was going on.

Sam tried to pull his hand free.

“Mia, what are you talking about? Can you let go first…”

But Mia didn’t release her grip, still staring straight at Sam.

“I saw it all. You got out of her car, it was her, right!”

Sam looked at her helplessly, noticing that his arm was almost marked red from her grip.

“It’s your sister… But what about it? We didn’t do anything else… Besides, this is my private matter, isn’t it?”

Sam felt compelled to stress the point, lest Mia continue this odd behavior.

He didn’t understand why she suddenly became so strange; she’s usually quite normal, and there had been nothing unusual lately. Just because she saw him getting out of Aurora’s car, did it warrant such a reaction?

Mia appeared deeply wronged as she looked at Sam.

“Indeed… it’s your private matter, none of my business. Go work with her then, don’t work here anymore!”

After saying this, the young woman let go. Like a wife hurt by her husband, she stormed back into the convenience store and sat behind the counter.

Silently fuming, not uttering a word.

What in the world was this about?

But Sam couldn’t afford to lose this job just yet. Where else would he find a part-time job so close to home, not too demanding, and with decent pay?

Reluctantly, Sam steeled himself and walked in.

Glancing at Mia, the young woman behind the counter immediately turned her head away, refusing to look at Sam.

Her arms crossed in front of her chest, she was the very picture of a girlfriend who didn’t know why she was mad but was mad all the same.

What was this all about?

Sam had intended to grab a Coke… but then he thought better of it.

He appeared in front of the counter, observing her deliberately cold demeanor.

“Why are you working today? Where’s Mrs. Margaret?”

Mia turned her head, looking out the window, remaining silent.

Sam chuckled and reached for a pack of cigarettes next to the counter.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll just take these, since there’s no one watching the shop anyway.”

Mia coldly responded, “It’ll be deducted from your salary.”

Sam turned around, smiling.

“Weren’t you going to fire me? How do I still have a salary?”

Mia glared at Sam fiercely.

“When did I fire you?”

“You just said I shouldn’t work with you anymore.”

“I never said that, hmmph.”

“You clearly did.”

“Then leave if you want! I can’t stop you. It’s all your private matter anyway, what does it have to do with me? Just don’t bother me!”

Mia seemed genuinely angry.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

Although she looked really upset, her slightly flushed face and her indignation somehow seemed cute.

Despite being a mature woman, she exuded a bit of a schoolgirl charm.

Leaning against the counter, Sam bent down a bit closer to her face, her familiar scent wafting to his nose.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like your sister and I did anything. We just had dinner. Why are you mad?”

“It’s none of your business? I have nothing to do with that woman. Hey, back off, why are you so close to me!”

Mia pushed Sam away, acting completely like a young girl at that moment.

For some reason, whenever Sam got close, she felt inexplicably flustered, her cheeks turning even redder.

Sam, shamelessly, wouldn’t leave.

“What’s the matter? You say it’s none of your business yet you get mad. Is this the Mia the manager, looking all like a little girl, not mature at all?”

Mia pretended to be very angry as she looked at Sam.

“I’m not mad because of you! Get lost! She’s mature, oh so mature!”

Sam was on the verge of bursting into laughter.

Then, he turned around and walked away from the counter.

With Sam’s figure suddenly gone, Mia looked at the empty convenience store, feeling somewhat hesitant. Had he really left? Did she speak too harshly?

Did Sam truly not understand why she was angry?

That infuriating guy…

But soon after, Sam reappeared from behind the shelves.

Mia quickly averted her gaze, continuing to pretend she didn’t care until Sam actually came up and sat next to her at the counter.

“Who let you in? It’s not your shift!”

“Bang.”

Something was placed in front of Mia.

Glancing at it, she saw it was a can of beer.

“What’s this for?”

Sam calmly said, “Don’t you love drinking? Here, I’ll join you for a drink.”

Mia turned her face away.

“Acting like you’re giving charity, I don’t want it.”

“Pop~”

Sam opened a can and started drinking by himself.

“~~Ah, refreshing!”

Mia frowned.

“I’m actually a bit thirsty. Just so you know, these beers are going on your tab, to be deducted from your salary.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha, whatever, drink up if you want.”

Mia also opened a can and took a big gulp, her beautiful face seemingly relaxed.

Sam then brought up the earlier topic.

“Isn’t this Mrs. Margaret’s shift? How come you’re the one working?”

Mia huffed, still a bit upset but noticeably calmer than before.

“Mrs. Margaret had something tonight and couldn’t find anyone to cover her shift… so I had to come myself. Humph, if I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known you and that woman were sneaking around…”

Sam, both amused and annoyed.

“Sneaking around? We just had dinner and then worked out a bit… Speaking of which, drinking beer after exercising does feel pretty good.”

“Worked out?!”

Mia’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at Sam, her eyeballs nearly popping out, her fists clenching so tightly that the beer can she was holding deformed instantly.

Sam looked at her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah, after dinner, we went to the martial arts club for a sparring session. I ended up being used as a punching bag, totally exhausting.”

“Martial arts sparring, huh…”

Mia let out a long sigh of relief.

Sam smiled at her. “What else did you think?”

“I… I thought you went to play baseball…”

“Really? You’re not being honest, are you~”

“It’s none of your business! Drink your beer!”

Watching Sam tilt his head back for another sip, Mia blinked and then glanced over nonchalantly.

“So why did she suddenly invite you for dinner and then spar with you? When did you two get so close?”

Even though Mia tried to appear calm and casually mentioned it, Sam sensed something odd.

Sam chuckled. “Well, these things don’t really concern me.”

“What does, then?”

Mia looked at Sam curiously.

Sam winked at her. “First, tell me if you’re still mad.”

“Who’s mad at you? I’m not mad!”

“Then why did you act so strange just now?”

Mia retorted, slightly annoyed, “I’m on my period, so I can’t be a bit moody?”

Sam nodded repeatedly: “Of course, of course, you’re the boss… But then you shouldn’t drink, it’s not good at this time.”

Mia rolled her eyes at Sam: “Stop pretending to be gentle when it’s useless. I’m fine. Go get two more cans; who is this one supposed to satisfy?”

Sam paused.

“Still drinking?”

Mia stated matter-of-factly, “Stopping halfway through drinking is like experiencing erectile dysfunction midway through sex. Do you get it? Besides, you were the one who wanted to drink with me in the first place, so of course, you’re responsible. Hurry up!”

“You really have a way with words…”

Sam, brought over a few more cans of beer.

Mia quickly downed another can, seeming to finally get into the mood. Her cheeks flushed, she looked radiantly beautiful. Sam, of course, was unaffected; a few cans of beer weren’t enough to get him drunk, at most making him feel a bit bloated.

“Hey, what you said… about it not concerning you, what does that mean?”

Mia leaned closer to Sam, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, no longer mindful of their proximity. Her gaze was filled with pure curiosity.

“Why don’t you first tell me why you were so angry just now? You even started questioning me without me saying anything,” Sam turned the question back on her.

Mia’s eyes widened.

“You first, I’m not saying anything.”

“If you won’t say, then I won’t either.”

Sam also played the stubborn game, making it seem like a competition of who could be more obstinate.

Mia glared at him annoyedly and then cracked open a new can of beer.

Drinking deeply, she remained silent.

Sam, having no other choice, resignedly said, “Drink less. What I meant by ‘it doesn’t concern me’ is that whether she asked me out for a meal or whatever, it was all about asking things regarding you.”

“What about me?”

“Obviously, about you. You won’t say it yourself, will you? She was hoping I’d act as a mediator, to help mend your relationship a bit. Do you think it’s easy for me, being caught in the middle like this?”

Sam laid it out openly, feeling there was no need to hide such matters; lying would only complicate things further.

Mia paused, “So, it’s about this… and that’s why you got in touch?”

Sam nodded. “What else did you think? It’s not like I was trying to date her.”

“You dare!”

Mia blurted out without thinking.

Sam was taken aback by her reaction, which seemed a bit off.

Realizing she might have overreacted, Mia casually pretended to adjust her hair and said, “You can date anyone, just not her… that’s what I meant.”

“Oh… why?”

“Why do you have so many questions!”

“I’ve been honest with you, and you’re not telling the truth, isn’t that a bit much?”

Mia turned away, sipping her beer in small gulps.

Sam sighed, feigning sorrow.

“Forget it, I open up to the boss, offer you my sincere friendship, but you don’t see me as a friend. Let’s not talk then. The beer’s not that good anyway, I’m leaving.”

He then made to get up.

But Mia immediately grabbed Sam’s hand, her face flushed as she pulled him back into the chair.

Then, with a hesitant look and avoiding eye contact, she took another sip of her beer and blurted out,

“I just don’t want you to have anything more to do with her, it’s so annoying!”

“Oh? There must be a reason, right? Otherwise, it’s just… inexplicable…”

Seemingly frustrated by Sam’s questioning, Mia suddenly turned to face him.

Looking directly at Sam with a fervent gaze that locked onto him. Her brain’s rush of blood at that moment seemed to overpower all other emotions.

Then she declared,

“It’s because I knew you first! If you end up being closer to her instead, wouldn’t I be the one who’s been NTR’d? I absolutely do not want that!”

Sam: “???”