The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: You’re not trying to hit on me, are you?
Sam was certainly not into cuckolding.

But… he never imagined that what came out of Mia’s mouth would be so outrageous.

Could this even be considered NTR?

Simply because they knew each other earlier, so if Sam appeared closer to Aurora, whom he met later, Mia felt like she was being cuckolded?

Isn’t that too sensitive? Is this just how women are?

Sam was at a loss for words for a moment, not to mention that the beer he was sipping seemed to have changed its taste instantaneously.

“What bizarre thing are you talking about… How does that constitute NTR?”

Sam tried to pull Mia back from her strange mood, attempting to adjust the woman’s unsettling state.

However, Mia looked at Sam as if it were a matter of course.

“I’m not wrong! You are my employee, and I knew you first. If she came to know you because of me but ended up being closer to you, isn’t that over the top? It’s upsetting and frustrating!”

Mia stared straight at Sam, her pouted lips making her look like an angry girlfriend.

Of course, she wasn’t Sam’s girlfriend, and it seemed they had never expressed mutual affection, far from advancing to that stage.

But it seems like a drunk person doesn’t care about such distinctions, almost blurring the lines of closeness and distance, Mia was leaning quite close to Sam.

Sam could distinctly catch the fragrance of her perfume mixed with alcohol, wafting into his nose, which surprisingly didn’t seem discordant.

No wonder some say that whether a drunk person smells more of odor or fragrance entirely depends on the person.

At least for now, Sam didn’t find Mia bothersome or hard to bear.

On the contrary, she was indeed charming at the moment, especially with her flushed cheeks, making it unclear whether it was due to excessive drinking or some other emotion.

Sam shook his head, smiling as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, nothing like that will happen. How about you make up with your sister directly? That way, you won’t have to worry about her coming to me anymore.”

Sam thought he was a genius. This was indeed the best solution, and it even helped Aurora out, absolutely perfect!

But Mia, without a second thought, flatly said, “Why make up? I’m doing well in my life now, and I don’t need any interaction with them.”

She gave Sam a glance and then turned her head away to drink on her own, still very stubborn.

Sam chuckled and said, “You remember you promised me a favor last time, right?”

Mia was momentarily stunned, of course, she remembered.

That was for having Sam accompany her to the bar to deal with those friends as a way of returning the favor.

But why bring that up now?

“I remember, I’m not one to renege on my promises…”

“So, if you make up with Officer Aurora, that would be doing me a favor, saving me from being caught up in the issues between the two of you.”

“Not happening. I can help with other things, but not this.”

Mia would not agree to this request; after all, Sam had not specified that she had to help with everything.

Sam nodded.

“Alright, then give me this convenience store.”

“What are you thinking?”

Mia slapped Sam’s arm in annoyance, and surprisingly, for a woman not known for her strength, it actually hurt.

“Why not? You won’t help with this, you won’t help with that, you’re really not keeping your word. Don’t come to me for anything in the future,” Sam said, taking a sip of his beer.

Mia glanced at Sam, then glared at him.

“I didn’t think so, but I truly can’t fulfill these requests of yours.”

“What’s so hard about that? We’re not children anymore. Is there really a need for someone to stubbornly refuse to apologize first? You’re not sworn enemies; eventually, you’ll cross paths at some intersection. The connections and bonds between people are more miraculous than you think.”

Unexpectedly, Sam could say such things. It unexpectedly made him seem experienced and mature.

But Mia’s gaze quickly fell to the beer in her hand.

“It’s not that simple. At least, what happened back then can’t just be forgotten. If it wasn’t for what that man did… my mother wouldn’t have died in that premeditated car accident, and I almost died there too.

My mother marrying him was a mistake, and I don’t want that mistake to continue. Besides, I never really belonged to that family. Whether they are doing well or not doesn’t concern me. I won’t curse or slander them, but I want our relationship to end here, with no one bringing it up again.”

After saying this, Mia tilted her head back and gulped down the beer.

After finishing her drink, her demeanor didn’t seem to change much, still appearing somewhat despondent, her gaze vacant as she looked ahead.

It’s unclear what she was thinking about, perhaps reminiscing about something from a long time ago.

Sam knew convincing Mia wouldn’t be easy, but this was just a start. The beginning is always the hardest; once you start, many things can naturally proceed from there.

So, Sam smiled and said, “It’s okay if you still can’t accept these things now. I understand. There’s no rush. How about starting by meeting your sister for a good talk? What do you think?”

Mia furrowed her brow.

“Why? I don’t want to see that woman.”

Sam nudged her shoulder with his.

Mia, not wanting to deal with him, turned her head away and even moved her seat a bit further.

Sam leaned in closer.

“Boss~”

Even his tone and voice seemed a bit nauseating.

Mia shrugged her shoulder.

“What? Don’t talk to me in such a disgusting way, I already said I won’t meet her.”

Sam, with a grin, said, “You can’t possibly refuse to give any face, right? You talked about helping out. If you won’t make up with your sister, fine, and you won’t give me the convenience store, even refusing to meet her? I’m not asking you to achieve anything, just to meet once. Sit down for a meal, have a coffee or something. If even that’s too much, wouldn’t it break my heart?”

Mia’s expression wavered, mainly because Sam made such a pitiful plea. It made her seem like a capricious and heartless person.

This actually made Mia feel somewhat remorseful. She frowned.

“Seeing her just annoys me…”

“It’s nothing, just chat for a bit. I don’t care what the outcome is; this way, we’re even. Isn’t that okay, Boss~”

“Ugh, so annoying! Fine, fine, I get it! I promise you, I’ll meet her, okay? But you talk to her yourself. Decide on the time and place, then let me know!”

Mia seemed unable to bear Sam’s nagging any longer, finally agreeing in frustration.

Sam smiled.

“That’s more like it. You’re still good to me.”

Mia cast a sidelong glance at Sam.

Then, she reached out and playfully tugged on Sam’s ear, not really exerting much force, more like a silent threat.

“Try to spend less time with that woman from now on, got it?”

Sam responded with a wry smile and a nod.

He really wanted to say that it wasn’t something he could decide on his own, after all, Aurora was a police officer, and it would be perfectly normal for her to appear before him for any reason.

Mia then let go of his ear, glanced at Sam, her eyes flickering as if pondering something, and quickly said, “Right, you’re coming with me when the time comes.”

“Ah? There’s no need for that. It’s a conversation between sisters; why should an outsider like me intrude?”

Helping out this far was already pushing it; how well they talked or not wasn’t necessarily his concern. That was up to Aurora’s own capabilities.

Mia spoke irritably, “Then I won’t go.”

“Alright, alright, you call the shots, okay? I’ll go, happy now?”

Sam sighed resignedly and took a sip of his drink.

Now, Sam was slightly annoyed, not by anything else but by his inability to get drunk easily.

He just couldn’t drown his sorrows in alcohol… but that seemed a delusion anyway. Drowning sorrows in alcohol only adds to them, making it seem like a good idea to forget those troubles momentarily, but upon waking, the mess remains, only leaving you with a headache.

Issues that need resolution have to be addressed, for there are too many things in life one cannot escape. If you don’t want your life to spiral out of control, you have no choice but to face them head-on.

Sam put down his can and looked out into the dark night.

It had grown quite dense.

It seemed to have started to rain lightly, falling on the exceptionally quiet, late-night streets.

“It’s about time for me to head back, you should stop drinking.”

“You’re leaving now? But we’ve hardly drunk anything!”

Mia didn’t want Sam to leave.

This night was too long and utterly dull for one person to be on duty alone, and in her view, they hadn’t drunk nearly enough to call it a night.

Sam said, irritated, “What time do you think it is? I have class tomorrow.”

Mia turned sullen again. She turned her head away, pouting.

“Then go, leave me here to drunkenly keep watch alone. Don’t mind me, let me just drink myself to death here.”

Sam was almost amused by her reaction.

How can someone so grown act like a child?

“Boss, why are you being so unreasonable?”

Mia huffed.

“It’s your fault for coming over and making me drink this much. You stirred things up, then just leave me here alone, what’s that about? Go on, then, go to sleep! Leave me alone!”

“Alright, I’m going to sleep then, goodbye.”

Sam actually got up and walked into the drizzly night outside.

Mia had never expected Sam to actually just walk away!

In the movies, TV shows, and even novels Mia watched.

Whenever the female leads found themselves in such situations, weren’t the male leads supposed to turn back and tenderly coax them?

Why did Sam just leave? Was it because she was already 23? That couldn’t be it.

With her figure, looks, and charisma, there were plenty of men chasing after her… was this guy really that clueless?

“Sam, come back!!” Mia shouted into the outside.

But Sam didn’t respond at all, quickly disappearing into the night, not even a shadow in sight.

Suddenly, Mia slumped back in her chair, defeated.

Angrily, she picked up a can of beer.

“How can there be such a person? I just agreed to his request and he bails, turns out all handsome men are jerks!! Ahhh!!”

Mia sipped her drink in low spirits, simultaneously angry and muttering curses under her breath about Sam.

Then she slumped over the counter, staring at the beer can in front of her, finding it utterly tasteless.

What was the point of drinking alone?

She didn’t have that many troubles that needed alcohol to dissolve.

Most of the time, it was just out of boredom.

But at such a time, to not even have someone to drink with, no, to have the other person unwilling to!

“Old already, no attraction to young men anymore~~~~ My game is over~~~”

“What weird thing are you talking about?”

A sudden voice made her look up in astonishment.

Mia gazed dumbfounded at the person before her, not expecting to see Sam, who had changed into a fresh set of clothes, holding a bag and even bringing an extra jacket, standing in front of her, folding up an umbrella.

She was a bit slow to react, looking at the beer in her hands.

Sam said with a smile, “Don’t worry, it’s not an illusion. I went back to grab some stuff. Can’t just drink without eating anything, right?”

He then took out several sealed containers from the bag.

As he opened them, a delicious aroma wafted out.

Mia was surprised to find some warm braised dishes.

“What’s this?”

Mia seemed unfamiliar with them, but they looked similar to some snacks found in bars.

Sam said calmly, “I sometimes braise some appetizers myself; they’re great with alcohol. Give them a try.”

After speaking, Sam walked behind the counter and sat next to Mia.

The rain outside grew heavier.

The pattering sound was distinct, as if trying to shatter the ground incessantly.

Mia held the beer can, sneakily stealing glances at the young man beside her.

Sam seemed to have taken a shower, with a fragrance wafting around him, unsure if it was shower gel or his natural scent.

But she felt a bit dizzy.

Could such a scenario really happen to her?

Why was Sam gentler than she thought?

Wait, first make her angry, then turn around and touch her heart, isn’t that a classic playboy tactic?

“Sam.”

“What’s up?”

Sam turned his head, puzzled, only to see Mia looking at him with widened eyes, her cheeks unusually flushed.

Was it normal to get this flushed from drinking?

Then Sam heard her say, “You’re not trying to hit on me, are you?”

“…If you’re not going to eat, I’ll take it away.”

“Ah, ah, ah, stop—just kidding, hey~~”

“Nuts.”

Hearing Sam’s retort, Mia unusually didn’t argue back; she just blushed and took a sip of her drink in silence.

Then, her gaze drifted to the dark night outside.

It seems she was overthinking…

Thankfully, Sam wasn’t trying to hit on her…

But why did she feel a sense of loss?