The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Take them all the hell back to my home
The darkness of the night seemed incapable of carrying the light of the stars; instead, the cold moonlight lingered forever, suspended high above.

“Where are we going, exactly… Just to be clear, we’re only going to have drinks, nothing else.”

The young woman riding the motorcycle, perhaps due to an inexplicable nervousness, lacked her usual urge to speed recklessly.

Instead, she could distinctly feel Sam’s arms gently encircling her waist from behind.

His warm palms touched her waist, and in the wind, this warmth seemed unable to fully dissipate, stubbornly penetrating her skin, reaching deeper, more hidden, and more sensitive nerves.

Sam said with a laugh,

“Just follow the directions I gave you, don’t worry, tonight is definitely going to be a special night.”

How special would this night be?

In what sense was it special?

Mia didn’t know, but she felt her heartbeat quicken inexplicably.

Damn it, she hadn’t felt this way in a long time, not even during her student days when no boy had stirred in her any longing for love.

What was it about Sam?

Right, what was there to fear? Sam was just a student, after all!

“Roar!!”

Suddenly, the motorcycle roared fiercely, and its speed surged.

Sam was taken aback.

“Are you in such a hurry to be reborn or what!”

But at this moment, Mia seemed unable to hear Sam’s words clearly.

However, Sam seemed to hear laughter carried by the wind.

The thrill and tension arrived familiarly at this moment, as human instinct took emotional precedence.

Of course, Sam was brave, but holding on tightly to someone’s waist was a basic instinct. There was no spare thought to appreciate how delicate her waist felt or how silky the touch was.

Fortunately, the journey was not long.

They arrived at a dimly lit bar, with seemingly few cars parked outside.

Mia easily found a spot to park, but as she got off the bike and took off her helmet, she looked at the entrance with a puzzled expression.

“What’s the point of coming to such a quiet bar?”

Sam said with a smile, “Do we have to go somewhere so loud that you can’t even hear yourself talk?”

“Young people love that kind of place!”

“You’re not exactly young anymore.” Sam stated matter-of-factly.

Mia put her hands on her hips.

“Open your eyes and look at me, where am I not young? I’m only five years older than you!”

“Alright, alright, world’s youngest boss, can we go in now?”

Sam led Mia into the bar, which seemed dim and tranquil. The music was soothing, an instrumental piece without lyrics.

Under the dim lights, although each room wasn’t very large, it felt exceptionally secure, and there weren’t many people.

Mia only noticed a figure sitting on a sofa with their back to them.

Sam walked straight towards that spot with Mia in tow.

Mia was suspicious until she stood beside Sam and saw the figure smile and lift their head.

It was a face that was equally beautiful.

“Long time no see, Mia.”

Mia was not at all unfamiliar with that face or that tone of voice.

In fact, she was quite acquainted with it.

It occupied a large part of her memories, even though she tried to avoid it whenever possible, it seemed impossible to completely erase from her life.

But Mia’s expression changed immediately, and she turned to look at Sam.

“This is what you call having drinks?”

Sam replied very honestly, “Yeah, the three of us.”

“You guys enjoy, I’ve got things to do.” With that, Mia turned to leave.

But this time, before she could make it out of the bar, Sam caught her wrist.

“What are you doing, let go! I don’t want to be here with her!”

Today, Aurora wasn’t in her police uniform but was wearing a trench coat, looking like a solitary urban beauty as she stood up.

Her tall figure, perfect proportions, and her most unforgettable aura were somewhat helpless at this moment. She just looked over, seemingly without a better option, placing all her hopes on this boy.

Sam said softly, “What did you tell me last time? Are you going back on your word now?”

Mia frowned.

“But why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”

“I know you too well. If I had told you earlier, you would have come up with a million excuses not to show up, so it had to be this way. I’ve said it before, I’m just here to get you two to meet. Whatever you talk about is none of my business. Once you sit down and start talking, I’ll leave. Whatever happens after that has nothing to do with me. Isn’t that okay?”

Hearing Sam say this, Mia turned her face away.

“You sit with me.”

Sam was taken aback.

“That doesn’t seem right. Should I be listening to… family matters between you two?”

Mia looked at Sam with dissatisfaction.

“Then I’m leaving.”

“That would mean you’re backing out.”

“Backing out then, it’s not like it’s the first time!”

Sam was at a loss; he really didn’t want to hear this kind of thing. After all, listening would only add to his troubles and burdens without any benefit.

But then, Sam turned his head to look at Aurora, who was standing there looking at him, and she nodded. “Alright, let’s sit down for now.”

Sam led Mia back to their seats, and after all three of them sat down, they fell into an awkward silence.

Sam naturally didn’t know what to say, Mia didn’t want to speak, and Aurora seemed even less sure how to start.

The three of them just looked in their own directions until Aurora gave herself a signal with her eyes.

Sam sighed and then spoke up.

“How about a drink? After all, a little alcohol might help the conversation along.”

Aurora nodded.

“You guys order. Anything is fine, I’ll pick up the tab anyway.”

Mia couldn’t help but glance at the other party and said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Quite generous, aren’t we… Are you drinking?”

Her gaze shifted to Sam.

“Do I have to drink?”

“I just want to drink with you.”

“Alright then, just order me something.”

Mia called over the waiter, and it seemed like wherever there was alcohol, it was her home turf; she was no longer reserved.

Soon, the drinks were served, and Mia appeared to have opened a bottle of Hennessy Paradis directly.

Sam knew a bit about these things; such a bottle typically retailed for around $2,000, but if sold in a bar, the price could increase by 50% or even more.

She was planning to fleece her sister…

Sam glanced at Aurora’s expression. The woman was calm, seemingly without a hint of distress.

“Alcohol is something best consumed in moderation, it’s not good for the body.”

Aurora said softly, while Mia, without looking up, just poured drinks for herself and Sam.

“Don’t worry about it, you have other things to concern yourself with.”

Aurora sighed softly.

“You’re also part of what I’m concerned about.”

Mia couldn’t help but let out a scornful laugh.

“Is that so? What an honor, cheers.”

She raised her glass, seemingly not sad at all.

Aurora picked up her glass, and Sam naturally could only clink glasses with the two women. The sound of the glasses touching was anything but clear.

After taking a sip, Mia smiled at Aurora in front of her.

“But I don’t need you to concerned about me.”

It seemed that at this point, Sam didn’t need to do anything; the conversation would progress on its own.

He didn’t need to interfere, to say what he thought was right. A man should never try to guess the thoughts of two women, or even think that his charm could influence anything.

That would be true arrogance, and moreover, a dangerous act that could drag him down.

Aurora sighed, as if she felt powerless, a sensation she wasn’t accustomed to. She was indeed an excellent police officer, but even she found herself at a loss when faced with situations like these.

She wasn’t ignorant of human nature; it’s just that too often, things are such that even when you know everything, you can’t resolve the issue, and you’re left to accept the mockery of fate.

Everyone is being played like pawns in a game.

Sam took a sip of the drink, its flavor leaving a lasting impression.

The aftertaste lingered between his lips and teeth; Sam couldn’t say it was delicious, but it seemed to be the kind that went straight to one’s head.

Then he heard Aurora’s soft voice from across the table.

“I know you can handle your own affairs now, you’re a mature woman who doesn’t need others to worry. But…”

Aurora hadn’t finished speaking when Mia lifted her glass.

“No ‘buts’, drink first, talk later.”

Here we go again.

Aurora pursed her lips, showing no sign of backing down.

“I’m worried you’ll drink too much.”

“It’s fine, Sam will take me home. You should worry about yourself. If you can’t handle your drink, don’t force it. There’s really not much to talk about, right?”

Aurora picked up her glass and proactively clinked it against Mia’s, then tilted her head back and drank.

This bold move took Mia by surprise; she narrowed her eyes and drank in the same manner.

Sam, watching the two women, said helplessly,

“Both of you should take it easy. If you end up drunk, I can’t take both of you home.”

“Just take care of me, why do you care about her?”

Mia said discontentedly, then moved closer to Sam as if staking her sovereign, almost pressing against his arm.

Aurora laughed.

“It’s okay, when I can’t drink anymore, I’ll naturally stop.”

If alcohol could keep people rational, that would be great, but obviously, it doesn’t, so Sam had his doubts about that statement.

Mia, noticing the way Aurora looked at Sam, spoke with a hint of annoyance.

“You’re pretty bold, aren’t you? I ignore you, and you go straight for him.”

Aurora smiled, her cheeks already flushed with a light rosiness from the quick succession of drinks.

“It wasn’t intentional, just a happy coincidence that we met twice, and that’s how we got acquainted.”

Mia squinted her eyes.

“So, you got to know him just to talk to me?”

“Pretty much.”

“You don’t have any other motives? I don’t buy it.”

She seemed to suspect that there was more to Aurora’s relationship with Sam than met the eye.

Aurora smiled at Mia.

“To be honest, Sam is quite charming. I suppose any woman would have some thoughts, right?”

Sam was taken aback. Weren’t they discussing their own issues? How did the conversation turn to him?

Mia’s eyes widened.

“I knew you were up to no good!”

Aurora took a delicate sip from her glass.

“Why must it be that I have ulterior motives? Aren’t you also quite close to him?”

“That’s because I’m his boss, just looking out for an employee who’s still studying!”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you think that’s a normal reason? After all, you…”

Before Aurora could finish, Mia cut her off.

“Don’t act like you know me so well. Is this what you came to talk about?”

At this point, Mia seemed quite transparent, even Sam could sense it. Aurora appeared to be slowly gaining the upper hand. What can you say? She truly has the makings of a police officer!

“I did want to discuss other matters, but you seem reluctant to answer.”

“Right, I don’t want to answer. So, we either drink or go home.”

Mia furrowed her brow, the effects of the alcohol clearly taking hold.

Sam was nibbling on some snacks at the side when Mia nudged his arm.

“What are you spacing out for? Drink.”

With no other choice, Sam joined in for a few more rounds.

They chatted about trivial matters, and the atmosphere seemed to gradually stabilize.

Aurora looked at her young sister and spoke softly.

“Father has changed a lot; he’s even stopped taking on disciples personally and has made amends to those he hurt in the past… His only wish now is that one day you’ll come back home.”

It seemed they were finally getting to the heart of the matter. Perhaps Aurora felt that after so much drinking, it was time to have a serious talk, and the alcohol might make it easier to speak freely.

But Mia’s cheeks, though flushed, suddenly took on a colder expression.

“Amends? He’s just paying off debts for past wrongs. And even if that’s the case, can it bring Mother back?”

Aurora’s eyes revealed a shade of guilt. “I’m very sorry about Mother…”

“She was my mother, not yours. And the person who should be sorry isn’t you.” Mia cut her off with firm resolve.

Sam glanced at her; her lips were trembling slightly, clearly, these words touched something deep within her.

Aurora let out a long sigh.

“She was very kind to me… Mia, I envy you. Envious that you had such a mother, unlike mine who is still alive and well, yet I have no desire to see her. Your mother… she was truly wonderful, treating me as if I were her own child, and I experienced many things with her that I never had before. In my heart, she has long been my mother.”

A flicker of emotion, a deep-seated pain, surfaced in Mia’s eyes, like a sunken log rising to the surface of a lake.

“But she’s gone.”

Mia’s voice was soft, yet there was an unmistakable edge of gritted teeth.

After saying this, she downed a glass in one go, nearly finishing half the drink in the cup.

Whether it was the sting of the alcohol or tears spurred by emotion, her eyes were unmistakably wet.

Aurora’s gaze towards Mia was filled with compassion.

She whispered, “I know… and I was devastated when I heard the news. I don’t know exactly how to make amends, but the fact is she can’t come back. And through this ordeal, Father truly realized his mistakes. His arrogance, his domineering ways, he changed them all after that… Can’t you give him a chance to apologize to you in person?”

Mia laughed, a laugh so poignant and beautiful. Sam had never seen such an expression on her face before.

It was like a proud rose that should be blooming in splendor, yet was bowed down with tears.

“At the hospital, he said sorry to me many times. But what good does that do? I still think, what if my mother had never been with him, had never accompanied him to Kuhang, would any of this have happened? My life should have been normal, even without a father, I was a child full of love. But how would you know how I was treated at school, how others looked at me? How would you know that the things I needed to say to her, I couldn’t express, couldn’t share!”

Her voice was charged with emotion.

Sam clearly saw her hands clench into fists, pressing down hard on her legs as if trying to restrain some overwhelming feeling, but failing to do so.

Mia voice trembled. The soothing music did nothing to ease the sorrow.

“I started without a father, but at least I had my mother’s love. When my mother married your father, I thought our family was finally complete. But what did I end up with? Nothing! My mother loved him, supported his career, even drove us to school, took care of the household, and it was always just her with us on trips to the amusement park. What did he ever do? My mother thought he was her true love, but she’s gone forever. How am I supposed to forgive him?”

Irreconcilable. Unforgivable.

Sam watched the liquor sway in his glass.

Sometimes time is a peculiar thing, as it seems to fade everything away with its passage, but what’s even stranger is the human heart. Because in the end, you might find that you no longer know what you originally loved, nor do you understand what you now hate.

Is it that twist of fate? Or that one accident? Or perhaps it’s that person you never want to see again in your life.

“I’m sorry… Mia, please don’t, I’m really sorry…”

Aurora reached out, trying to grasp the hand that was tightly holding the glass.

Mia looked at her with tears brimming in her eyes.

“The reason I hate him so much, why I never want to go back, is because I could have been a happy child, but I’m not happy at all. This isn’t about you, at least you’re happy, aren’t you?”

She forcefully pulled away from Aurora’s grasp. Then she tilted her head back and drank, gulping down the liquor. If Sam hadn’t snatched the glass from her hands, there’s no telling how much Mia would have drunk.

But as soon as Sam took it away, Mia collapsed into Sam’s arms, burying her face in his chest and beginning to sob. The sensation of her tears seeped through the thin fabric, dampening his chest.

He gently patted Mia’s back.

To be honest, he didn’t know how to comfort her, having never endured the kind of pain she was experiencing. Any attempt at consolation from any perspective seemed like empty words from someone who couldn’t understand her pain, so for now, just patting her back seemed enough.

Sam looked towards Aurora.

“Maybe that’s enough for today. She’s had too much to drink, and she’s not in her right mind now.”

But Aurora didn’t answer; she seemed to be mired in her own quagmire.

She kept drinking glass after glass, without responding.

What was she planning to do?

Before long, Mia was completely drunk, unresponsive no matter how much she was called.

And Aurora, at some point, had collapsed onto the table, her long hair spilling over her arms.

She, too, was unresponsive.

Damn!

Sam looked at the two women, each with a different style, sisters not by blood but both undeniably beautiful.

At this moment, one was slumped in his arms, the other sprawled across the table.

What kind of situation was this?

What should Sam do?

Bail on them?

Of course not, leaving these two here would be a violation of his moral code.

Take each of them home? That’s a joke; they’re in no state to talk, and he had no idea where their homes were.

Should he take them to the police station? That didn’t seem right either.

Sam racked his brain.

Finally, he came up with what seemed to be the only and best solution.

Damn it.

Home!

Take them all the hell back to my home!