Chapter 1069 Nosebleed
Wesley looked pretty ticked off. "Don't go making wild guesses about people. Samantha ain't like that."
After dropping that bomb, he bounced out of the lounge. The door clicked shut, leaving the room dead quiet.
Elijah eyed the bag in her hand. Inside were some dishes she’d put a lot of effort into. Her chest tightened, and she got up, chucking all the food straight into the trash. She was curious about what kind of grub Samantha had whipped up.
Over at River View Estate, after hanging up with Wesley, Samantha headed into the kitchen.
Seeing Alfred already heating up the oil and getting ready to cook some fish, she hesitated and cleared her throat. "Alfred, if I say I made these dishes, would you care?"
Alfred paused but didn’t turn around. "These dishes are yours to begin with. I’m just your sous-chef."
Samantha grinned. "I knew you had my back. You're making fish? Let me check a video on how to season it right."
As Samantha babbled on, Alfred tossed the fish into the pan. The sizzle filled the room, adding a smoky touch. Even if he felt a pang inside, as long as she was happy, he was cool with it.
They wrapped up making a bunch of spicy dishes. Knowing Samantha was taking them to school for Wesley, Alfred swallowed his jealousy. He glanced at the leftover ingredients and whipped up a few lighter dishes for Samantha.
"Wow, Alfred, I had no idea you were such a pro in the kitchen!" Samantha's eyes sparkled with admiration.
Alfred's lips twitched into a small smile. He’d learned to cook just for her. He knew what Samantha liked, so he practiced whenever he could.
He just hoped that one day, when Samantha needed him, he could whip up something delicious to make her smile. He didn’t think that day would come so soon.
Thinking about how Samantha felt cooking for that guy, Alfred's eyes dimmed, but he quickly masked it.
Alfred brought the finished dishes to the table. "Give it a taste."
Samantha had been busy all morning and was starving. She took a bite and immediately closed her eyes in delight. "This is amazing, Alfred! Better than a five-star chef!"
A flicker of a smile crossed Alfred's face. "As long as you like it."
"Sit down and eat with me."
"Sure thing."
They sat across from each other.
Alfred ate with quiet elegance, occasionally picking dishes for Samantha.
Samantha ate happily. After finishing, she was stuffed. "Alfred, next time don’t make the food so good. Look at me, I’m stuffed."
Alfred chuckled. "Stand up for a bit, I'll clean up the kitchen."
Samantha blinked and giggled. "Alfred, you're like the perfect guy. Whoever marries you is gonna be super lucky."
Alfred lowered his eyes, thinking, 'Does Samantha really think that? The luck is right here, does she want it?'
Without the guts to say it out loud, Alfred sighed inwardly and started cleaning up.
"Alfred, let me help," Samantha offered.
Alfred shook his head. "Nah, you go do your thing. Don’t get your clothes dirty."
When Alfred mentioned clothes, Samantha glanced at the shirt he’d taken off and used as an apron for her. It had a few small oil stains on it.
Samantha asked, "Alfred, I got your shirt dirty. What are you gonna wear later?"
Alfred hadn’t thought about that. "Where’s your bodyguard? I’ll borrow a shirt from him."
Samantha thought for a moment. "No need, I’ll buy you a new one right now."
'Samantha's gonna buy me a shirt?' Alfred's heart did a little flip as he watched her pull out her phone, a grin sneaking onto his face. He didn't think a small thing like that would make her buy him a shirt. He was on cloud nine.
"Alfred, you dig this style?" Samantha walked over, showing him her phone.
Alfred took a quick look and nodded. "Yeah, it's cool."
If Samantha bought it, he was all in.
"You need a large, right?" Samantha gave him a once-over.
"Yeah. Medium could work, but it'd be tight around the arms." With all his workouts, Alfred's shoulders were pretty jacked. A medium would fit everywhere else but squeeze his shoulders.
"Got it." Samantha started dialing to order the shirt.
The Gordon Family had businesses all over, and there were Gordon Group malls and clothing brands here too. Samantha didn't wanna bug her family, so she asked Ryan to handle it.
By the time Alfred finished cleaning up, the local delivery had dropped off the shirt Samantha ordered.
"Alfred, your shirt's here. Try it on." Samantha opened the package.
"Sure." Alfred walked over.
Samantha picked up a black undershirt. "I got you an undershirt too. Yours is dirty, so change it as well."
'She's so thoughtful.' Alfred felt a warm glow inside.
Seeing Samantha staring at him, he felt a bit awkward. "Where should I change?"
Samantha blinked. "Right here. You shy? It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless before."
Alfred was speechless. 'That was ages ago. We've grown up, okay? Samantha really doesn't see me as a regular guy,' he thought.
Since that was the case, Alfred didn't hesitate. He just took off his black undershirt right in front of her.
His perfect physique was on full display under the light—strong chest muscles, honey-colored skin, and those eight-pack abs. All of it was sexy and captivating.
Samantha stared, feeling her mouth go dry. Her nose felt hot, like something was about to drip.
"Samantha, look up," Alfred called out.
"Huh?" Samantha asked.
"You're having a nosebleed!"
Samantha was speechless. She actually had a nosebleed just from looking at Alfred's body. She blushed and quickly looked up.
Alfred didn't expect her to have a nosebleed after seeing his upper body. He felt both shocked and pleased. It seemed his physique was tempting to her. Alfred wanted to laugh but held it in. He handed her some tissues. "Quick, wipe it off."
Samantha took the tissues and wiped away the nosebleed. Seeing Alfred's amused eyes, her face heated up again. She pretended to be calm and turned around. "Don't laugh, I was just overheated. Hurry up and change your undershirt."
"Okay." Alfred held back his laughter and put on the new undershirt.
"Done?"
"Yeah."
Only then did Samantha turn around. She glanced at Alfred and handed him the shirt.
Alfred took the shirt and started buttoning it up.
"Let me do it." Samantha stepped forward and began buttoning his shirt.
Samantha's eyes were downcast, her long eyelashes fluttering, looking so enchanting, like a wife tidying up her husband's attire.
At that moment, Alfred wished time could just freeze, forever.
"All done. How's it feel?" Samantha stepped back, smiling.
Alfred snapped back to reality, moved his arms, and felt a bit strange. "Just right."
Usually, the large shirts he bought were a bit loose, but this one fit perfectly.
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