Chapter 1070 Don't Quite Understand Her Aesthetic
Samantha grinned, "I had someone tweak the size for you. Your bod's too precious, you gotta get custom-made clothes from now on."
She'd just hit up Ryan for the favor. He was a regular at the brand she bought from, so it was a breeze for him to handle it.
"Gotcha," Alfred chuckled. "As long as they fit, I'm good."
"You've got such a killer figure, it'd be a crime not to wear clothes that fit perfectly," Samantha said.
Alfred smirked, "So, you dig my figure?"
Samantha shot him a look. "Who doesn't like a good bod? Don't make fun of me!"
Alfred's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Alright, I won't."
Samantha raised an eyebrow, "Then why's your mouth still smirking?"
Alfred quickly pressed his lips together.
Soon, it was time to meet up with Wesley.
Samantha said, "I gotta head to school, Alfred, you..."
"I'll tag along," Alfred said.
Samantha blinked. "Alfred, you promised to keep it on the down-low and not tell Billy and the others."
Alfred nodded. "Relax, I'm good at keeping secrets."
"That's why you're my best bud." Samantha hooked her arm around his shoulder and gave him a friendly pat.
'Alfred's just a buddy to her,' a hint of frustration flashed in Alfred's eyes.
River View Estate was close to the school, so they walked and got there in no time.
Alfred spotted Wesley. At first glance, he thought Wesley looked pretty frail.
In Alfred's eyes, Samantha was super cheerful and optimistic. So, he figured the guy she liked would be handsome and full of energy. But Wesley was thin and had a brooding vibe. Turns out, Samantha liked this type of skinny dude.
Wesley noticed Alfred too. They naturally sized each other up.
As Mateo's personal bodyguard, Alfred had to work out and practice martial arts regularly. So, he had this cold aura, sharp eyes, and an intimidating presence.
On the flip side, Wesley was a singer and needed to keep a slim image for the screen. Standing next to Alfred, he looked like a total weakling.
Elijah, who came with Wesley, was stunned when she saw Alfred. 'What a hottie. Who's this guy? Why's he with Samantha? He seems to be giving Wesley the stink eye.' "Wesley, let me introduce you. This is my friend from Hchilia, Alfred Rochet," Samantha said. "Alfred, this is the famous singer Wesley Knight."
Alfred extended his hand. "Hey."
"Hey," Wesley replied, shaking his hand.
When their hands met, Wesley felt Alfred apply some pressure. His expression shifted slightly, catching a glimpse of challenge in Alfred's eyes.
But it was brief, and Alfred let go. Wesley's hand tingled, realizing that if Alfred had squeezed a bit harder, he could've crushed it. Alfred wasn't exactly friendly.
Elijah picked up on the tension and was intrigued. 'This Alfred guy seems to have a beef with Wesley. Why? There are tons of reasons a guy might dislike another guy. Maybe their vibes just clash. Or maybe there's some drama between them. What kind of drama? A conflict of interest, or maybe something emotional? What's the deal between Alfred and Samantha? Does he have a thing for her?'
Right then, Samantha was too busy getting Wesley to taste her cooking to notice the tension between the two guys.
She cheerfully called Wesley over to eat. He shot Alfred a look, shook his numb hand, and walked towards her.
Samantha opened the food box and laid out the dishes.
Wesley was a bit taken aback by all the spicy dishes. "Samantha, did you make all this yourself?"
"Yep. But Alfred helped me out." Samantha couldn't bring herself to take all the credit in front of Alfred.
Wesley was initially stoked because Samantha cooking for him was a big deal. But hearing they made the dishes together? Total buzzkill.
The thought of them cooking together, all cozy and harmonious, hit him hard.
He and Alfred were both guys, and Alfred's unfriendly vibe made Wesley realize Alfred probably had a thing for Samantha. Alfred was his competition.
"Wesley, try it." Samantha noticed Wesley spacing out and nudged him to eat.
Wesley snapped back and popped a shrimp in his mouth.
"How is it? Good?" Samantha asked, eyes full of hope.
"It's awesome," Wesley said.
Samantha beamed, her eyes sparkling. "Then have some more."
Wesley nodded and turned to Alfred, "Thanks, Mr. Rochet, for helping my girlfriend cook."
Wesley emphasized "girlfriend," making it clear.
Alfred shot him a look. "No problem. I just couldn't stand seeing Samantha struggle in the kitchen, so I helped."
Then Alfred switched gears and adjusted his clothes. "But Samantha's not one to take advantage. I helped her, and she got me a new set of clothes."
Alfred's words seemed casual, but he was actually flaunting that Samantha gave him clothes.
Wesley's eating slowed, his eyes lingering on Alfred's shirt, finding it annoyingly noticeable. After a bit, he tried to play it cool. "Is that shirt from Samantha?"
Alfred replied, "And the undershirt too."
"Well, they fit nicely."
"Of course they do. Samantha had them custom-made for me."
Wesley felt like he should've dropped the topic. The food tasted great, but now it felt bland.
Wesley only took a few more bites before putting down his utensils. "I'm done."
"Won't you have a bit more? Not to your taste?" Samantha asked.
"No, just not very hungry." Wesley grabbed a few napkins to wipe his mouth.
Alfred chimed in, "With such a tiny appetite, no wonder you're so skinny."
He was mocking Wesley for being weak.
Wesley's face darkened. No guy likes being called weak.
"Alfred, what are you saying? Wesley probably already had lunch." Samantha defended Wesley, annoyed. "Besides, Wesley's a singer and a public figure. He has to keep his image and can't get too fat."
Alfred added, "There's a big difference between being too fat and being too thin."
He was implying Wesley was too thin.
"Alfred, you're not in this industry, you don't get it," Samantha said.
Alfred glanced at Wesley. "I really don't get some people's taste."
He was thinking, 'What does Samantha see in Wesley? His skinniness? Or that he needs protecting?'
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