The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t control it
The scissors were there, whether Sam pretended not to see them or not.

Everything felt so real at that moment, but could he really take such a risk?

Moreover, the lighting was this unreal, impossible shade of dark red.

It all seemed like it should be a dream…

So, there should be no reason not to try, right?

Sam was indeed a cautious person, but he knew very well that sometimes one shouldn’t be too cautious, or else you might miss out on opportunities.

With his own feelings feeling so real, Sam took a deep breath and looked at the woman who was so off, not at all like Mia, and said,

“Then let’s try it, I’ve never been afraid of anything in my life.”

His words were resolute, accompanied by a firm tone that made the woman smile.

“Really? Remember, you asked for this.”

“Snap!!!”

She gave Sam no chance to reconsider, even though he felt a strong sense of unease at that moment.

But her scissors had already violently snapped shut.

In an instant.

Blood spurted wildly, gushing out in front of him like a fountain.

Even Mia’s face in front of him was splashed with countless drops of blood, mixing into a vivid color on her face, looking very eerie, even reaching a point of terrifying darkness.

A severe pain instantly spread throughout Sam’s entire body.

The pain was almost unbearable, Sam suppressed his throat to the utmost, but still couldn’t help but bulge his eyes out, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the couch.

It seemed like only at the last moment did he recall his strength, but by then it seemed too late.

With everything before him bathed in blood red, Sam, enduring immense pain, found it hard to breathe. The realism of the sensation made him momentarily doubt—could this really not be a dream?

Could he really have said goodbye to his manhood?!

Watching the scene unfold, Mia slowly stood up, smiling at Sam, even tasting the blood that had splattered on her lips.

She held the scissors, looking very satisfied as she watched Sam, who was visibly trying to contain his extreme pain.

“This was your choice, you can’t blame me~~”

Right after these words, Sam’s eyes went dark, as if the immense pain triggered a self-protective mechanism, causing him to fall into shock or faint.

And the last thought Sam had before losing consciousness was:

This must be a dream, right? This can’t be real!

“Whew!!”

When Sam, drenched in sweat, woke up on the couch, he widened his eyes and looked around.

The lights were still on, and there was no dark red hue.

Of course, his first reaction was to check his groin area.

No blood. He even cautiously felt with his palm.

It was still there!

It was indeed a dream…

Sam felt like he had survived a close call.

His back was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was also covered in sweat, as if he had been soaked in water.

Gasping for air, Sam sat up.

Feeling the strength return to his body, Sam’s judgment was clear—it was a bizarre dream. No matter how real it felt, a dream is a dream, and unusual details will appear.

In such dreams, one shouldn’t be overly cautious, or else you might immerse yourself in that pain, perhaps eventually unable to distinguish between dream and reality, even starting to doubt whether reality is truly real, and the dream is the truth.

If it ever came to that, it would probably mean madness.

That would be more terrifying than any physical torment, almost like an upgraded version of hypnosis. After all, you can’t prevent sleeping and dreaming; you can’t just not sleep. You can only try to control what happens in your dreams, and as everyone knows, in dreams… anything is possible.

Sam made this judgment after experiencing many bizarre phenomena firsthand.

Now, it was time to find out if it was indeed that woman outside who had orchestrated everything.

Sam felt that if all this truly had something to do with Mia, then the woman outside should be just like him, having just woken up from sleep… Without hesitation, Sam stood up and walked out of the rest room.

As he headed outside, he made an unexpected discovery.

“Alright, here’s your change… welcome back next time.”

Mia was standing behind the counter, handing change to a customer whose face was obscured by a mask. She sent off the customer with a slight smile.

Sam found it odd; she didn’t look like she had just woken up… Could his judgment be wrong? Or perhaps initiating such magical dreams didn’t require her to sleep like he did?

Sam maintained a calm expression on his face and then, feigning a yawn, approached the front desk.

Seeing Sam, Mia spoke in an annoyed tone.

“You really can sleep, can’t you? Do you even know what time it is now?”

“Is that so?”

Sam had just remembered that he hadn’t checked the time since waking up. He pulled out his phone and saw that it was already past eleven at night!

He hadn’t experienced such a long passage of time in his dream; how could it already be past eleven?

Mia looked at Sam, her hands on her hips, appearing somewhat angry.

“I even canceled a party for you. And there you were, sound asleep in the rest room, impossible to wake up!”

Sam frowned at her.

“Impossible to wake up? That can’t be right.”

Mia pointed at the surveillance camera. “Don’t believe me? Check the surveillance then. Why would I lie to you? I was half convinced you were pretending to be asleep. If I hadn’t felt sorry for you, I would have kicked you awake.”

Seeing her annoyed demeanor, Sam’s frown relaxed. He certainly wasn’t going to foolishly check the surveillance now, as her expression seemed genuinely reflective of what she described.

Sam responded nonchalantly.

“I see… Maybe it was because I had a really terrifying nightmare.”

“A nightmare? Last time I was at your place you said you had a nightmare, and now again?” Mia asked, clearly curious.

Sam nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t know why, but I seem to have nightmares whenever you’re around. Strange, isn’t it?”

After saying this, Sam watched Mia’s reaction closely.

Mia immediately looked annoyed.

“So you’re saying I bring bad luck? What exactly did you dream about?”

Sam didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked to the entrance of the convenience store and looked out at the dense night. The moon seemed to be obscured by thick clouds.

After glancing outside, Sam came back and thought for a moment before speaking.

“It’s nothing much, just dreamed that you suddenly burst in saying you were going to kill me or something. Scared the hell out of me.”

Mia looked puzzled, then walked over irritably and grabbed Sam’s ear.

“So in your mind, I’m that kind of woman, huh? Saying I killed you, why didn’t you dream I was getting into bed with you?”

Sam winced in pain, then said helplessly.

“I don’t know… it seems like the bed thing might have come up too?”

“You pervert!” Mia retorted, annoyed.

Sam grinned at her, but suddenly, his expression froze. He looked at Mia strangely.

“It’s past eleven now, right?”

Mia nodded.

“Yeah, what about it? Why that look?”

Sam pointed towards the door.

“Then why hasn’t anyone come to take over the shift? At this hour… someone should have already been here, right? Or why are you still here?”

A sudden sense of unease enveloped Sam. Everything around seemed perfectly normal—the lights were on, and even the items on the shelves were neatly arranged…

Mia smiled.

“It’s because someone called in sick. You go back and rest; I’ll cover the shift. Since I canceled my party anyway, there’s no one else around. You have class tomorrow, so I won’t let you stay up late.”

Sam looked at the beautiful young woman, puzzled.

“Is that so?”

Mia sighed in resignation.

“What can I do? I’m the boss, after all. Sometimes I just have to lead by example… Are you leaving or not? If not, you might as well pull an all-nighter, considering you’ve probably had enough sleep.”

Sam immediately shook his head.

“No, I’d better go home.”

“It’s fine, go ahead. I was getting a bit annoyed looking at you anyway.”

With that, Sam went to the changing room, changed his clothes, and left the convenience store.

Nothing unusual happened during his departure. He didn’t feel any discomfort either.

As for why he didn’t confront Mia directly, it was mainly because Sam couldn’t determine whether she genuinely didn’t know or was pretending.

Could it be that these dreams were a sign that something was wrong with Sam? Had he formed some strange bond with this woman?

So, when they were together, he would have such dreams?

But then, why had he been so tired before?

Sam didn’t know.

He just returned to his home, where there was no sign of Zoe, and his room was as quiet as ever.

Familiar as always…

So, Sam lay down on his bed, covered his head with the blanket, and soon felt drowsiness creeping over him.

He didn’t know why he felt so sleepy today, but he quickly fell asleep.

His breathing was calm.

The room was quiet.

A rustling sound.

Soft.

Delicate.

Like gentle strands of hair brushing against his face.

It was ticklish, and he couldn’t help wanting to scratch it.

But Sam suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a face right before him.

It was Mia!

Her smooth hair was falling on his face.

At that moment, she wore a mischievous smile, her charming face looking at him. Smiling, she said, “How about it? Have you woken up from your dream?”

Sam took a deep breath, readying himself to muster all his strength to push her away.

Was this a dream or not?

What was reality, and what was dream?

None of that mattered anymore.

He just wanted to get away from this woman.

Just as he reached out to push her away.

“Thud!”

As if anticipating his move, she acted first.

The woman with the seductive expression plunged the knife straight into Sam’s chest!

Sam’s eyes widened as he felt an excruciating pain in his chest!

The woman seemed to descend into madness in an instant.

She frantically waved the knife, stabbing Sam’s chest repeatedly, causing his blood to spurt out like a fountain.

“Die, die, die, die, die!!!”

Pain.

Extreme pain.

Sam suddenly opened his eyes.

Gasping for air.

He was waking up again in the changing room, drenched in sweat. He stared at the bright lights of the changing room.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Suddenly, a concerned voice appeared before him.

Sam jumped.

“Boss?!”

He even moved back a few steps, retreating to the edge of the sofa.

Mia looked at Sam strangely.

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost… Another nightmare?”

Sam’s head was a bit numb. He immediately pulled out his phone to check the time.

It was 8:30.

He still had half an hour before his shift ended.

It wasn’t 11 o’clock!

The woman in front of him looked worriedly at him.

Sam looked around, then uncertainly at Mia, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He panted and said, “Is this… is this a dream now, or… what’s going on with you?”

Mia looked at Sam with great surprise.

“What are you talking about… What dream, what’s going on? I just saw you having a nightmare, so I woke you up… What’s wrong?”

If it had been before, Sam might have been deceived by such words. But now, he reached out and grabbed Mia’s wrist.

His forehead was still sweating, but his eyes were fixed on her.

“Stop lying. You clearly know what’s going on with the dreams. If you keep pretending, I’ll leave here tomorrow. I won’t come back to work here again. Are you sure you won’t tell me?”

Looking into Sam’s eyes.

Mia, who initially looked very puzzled, suddenly widened her eyes.

Her lips quivered. Then she averted her gaze from Sam’s eyes.

She sighed.

In a very low voice, she whispered, “I… I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t control it, I’m sorry, Sam…”