Chapter 1068 The Actions Are Somewhat Ambiguous
Alfred moved so fast, Samantha barely had time to process what just went down.
She felt this warm, tingly sensation at her fingertips, and a shiver ran up her spine from Alfred's sucking. She felt kinda jittery and swallowed without thinking.
In a split second, Alfred acted on pure instinct. When he realized what he was doing, he froze. Sucking on her finger? Yeah, that was kinda... suggestive.
He quickly let go of her finger and looked up, locking eyes with Samantha. His heart was pounding like crazy. Trying to play it cool, he said, "Sorry, I just wanted to stop the bleeding ASAP. You cool with that?"
Samantha stared at him for a couple of seconds, blinked, and then teased, "Alfred, are you practicing on me so you can impress your crush later?"
She was pretty spot-on.
Alfred smirked, "So, you down to help me out?"
He didn't confirm or deny, which just made things more interesting.
Samantha shrugged, "We'll see. If it gets too weird, I'm out." The idea of Alfred using the same move on someone else kinda bugged her.
'Everyone's got a bit of possessiveness. I've been spoiled, wanting to be the center of attention and have everyone be good to me alone,' Samantha thought, scolding herself as she focused on cooking.
The oil in the pan was smoking hot.
Samantha yelled, "The oil's about to catch fire!"
Alfred snapped out of his thoughts and quickly turned down the heat. "I'll take it from here."
"No need."
"Trust me." He didn't want her getting hurt while cooking for another guy.
Before she could argue, Alfred nudged her aside and started adding the shrimp.
"Hey, I said I could do it myself," Samantha protested.
"Step back, don't get splashed by the oil," Alfred insisted.
"Alfred, you've changed. You're all bossy now, not cute at all!" Samantha pouted.
Ignoring her, Alfred tossed all the shrimp into the pan. He'd rather she be mad at him than get hurt again.
The shrimp hit the hot oil with a sizzle.
Samantha took a couple of steps back. "I'll add the seasoning later," she reminded him.
Alfred stirred the shrimp and sighed. "Fine, you can add the seasoning."
Samantha beamed and grabbed the seasoning bottles, adding them under Alfred's watchful eye.
Together, they finally whipped up a plate of shrimp.
"Wow, it smells amazing," Samantha said, her eyes sparkling with pride.
Alfred smiled and held a shrimp up to her mouth. "Your masterpiece. Give it a taste."
Samantha grinned and took a bite.
The shrimp was spicy and numbing. Honestly, Samantha wasn't a fan of this kind of shrimp. But knowing it was Wesley's favorite, she felt she had to get used to it.
"How is it? Too spicy? If you don't like it, spit it out," Alfred said, noticing her slight frown.
Samantha shook her head and swallowed. "It's delicious. I'm a genius. Can't believe I nailed it on my first try."
Alfred handed her a glass of water. "Yeah, you're a real catch. Whoever ends up with you is one lucky dude."
Samantha's mouth was on fire, so she grabbed the glass and chugged half of it.
A flicker of pain crossed Alfred's face. He thought, 'Man, she really digs this guy. I've never seen her bend over backward like this. Who's this dude that's got her acting all smitten?'
Just then, Samantha's phone rang. She saw it was Wesley calling and lit up. "Alfred, can you clean up for me? I gotta take this."
Without waiting for a reply, she walked off, clearly lovestruck.
Alfred watched her go, his hand clenching into a fist. He hoped Wesley was worth all this.
He picked up the pan to wash it and started prepping the next dish.
In the living room, Samantha answered the call. "Wesley."
"What are you up to?" Wesley's voice was soft.
"Take a guess."
"Listening to music, my music?"
Samantha laughed. "I was jamming to your tunes all morning, but not now."
"So, what then?"
"Guess again."
"Watching TV?"
"Nope."
"Playing games?"
"Wrong again."
"Checking out hot guys? I'll be mad if that's the case."
Samantha covered her mouth, laughing. "I am with a hot guy right now."
Wesley went silent for a moment. "Who?"
"You don't know him, just a friend who came to see me."
"He's at your place?"
"Yeah."
Wesley was quiet again. "Am I interrupting?"
Samantha heard the jealousy in his voice and giggled. "What's up, you jealous?"
"A little," Wesley admitted, making Samantha smile even more.
"Don't be. I'm cooking for you, and he's just helping out." She glanced at the kitchen.
Alfred had just finished washing the pan and was about to cook the fish.
For some reason, Samantha felt a bit guilty about her boast. It seemed like she was the one helping Alfred. She had broken her promise.
"You're cooking? You can cook?" Wesley was surprised.
"No, but I'm learning for you," Samantha said.
Wesley laughed. "That's so sweet of you."
"Yeah, I wanna be a good girlfriend."
"Then I'm lucky."
Samantha smiled. "I just made some shrimp, and it tastes great. Where are you? I'll bring it to you for lunch."
Wesley said, "Unfortunately, I'm a bit far from you. How about you bring it to campus, and I'll taste it when I get there?"
Samantha said, "Okay. But don't go hungry, eat something for lunch."
"Alright, I'll hang up now. See you later."
"Okay."
On the other end, Wesley, who was resting in the lounge, hung up the phone, his smile fading. 'There's a guy at Samantha's place? Who is it? How many guy friends does she have?'
"Wesley, lunch is ready." The lounge door opened, and Elijah walked in with a bag.
Wesley snapped out of his thoughts. "I'm not hungry yet. You go ahead."
Elijah put the bag on the table. "I'll wait for you."
"No need to wait. Samantha made me lunch, so I'll eat later."
Elijah paused as she opened the bag. These dishes were also made by her for Wesley, but he only wanted to eat Samantha's cooking.
Elijah blurted out, "She's a young lady. What kind of food can she make? She probably ordered takeout and pretended she made it to impress you."
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