Chapter 1071 Don't Interact Much with Other Men
Wesley acted like he didn't even hear Alfred's snarky comment. Holding back his irritation, he turned to Samantha, "Hey, Sam, let's get cracking on our song."
"Sure thing," Samantha replied, then shot a look at Alfred. "Alfred, why don't you take a stroll outside? Wes and I need to get some practice in."
Alfred just gave a slight nod to Wesley and headed out without a word.
Elijah, who'd been quiet the whole time, quickly followed him. "Mr. Rochet."
Alfred stopped and looked at her.
"I'm Elijah, Wesley's assistant," she introduced herself.
Alfred gave a small nod.
"Mr. Rochet, want me to show you around the school?" Elijah offered.
"No thanks, you go do your thing," Alfred replied, clearly not interested in a tour. He was just gonna hang around until Samantha was done.
"With Wes and Sam practicing, I don't have much to do," Elijah said, trying to get closer to Alfred.
Alfred gave her a once-over. "So, you're Wesley's assistant. You must know him pretty well, huh?"
Alfred was fishing for some intel on Wesley.
"Yeah, ever since Wes joined the company, I've been by his side. I probably know him better than his own folks," Elijah said.
Alfred looked intrigued. "Wesley's a singer, so he's gotta be pretty popular."
"Totally. He's got an amazing voice and looks to match. The ladies love him," Elijah said, frowning like she had something on her mind. "But that's kinda a headache for me."
"What's the problem?" Alfred asked.
"I'm worried that if Wes's female fans find out he's dating Samantha, he might lose some of them. Plus, their relationship could put Sam in danger," Elijah explained.
Alfred's eyes narrowed at that. "Why would it be dangerous for Samantha?"
"Mr. Rochet, you might not get this 'cause you're not in the biz. Some female fans are nuts. They want their idols single to keep their fantasies alive. To them, the idol is their dream guy, and they won't let any other girl near him. So, if they find out about Wes and Sam, those crazy fans might go after her. It'd be bad news for both of them," Elijah said.
Alfred listened, his expression growing colder.
Elijah noticed and felt a bit triumphant. She was about to hint that Wes and Sam weren't a good match.
"Mr. Rochet, you seem pretty tight with Samantha?" Elijah asked.
"Yeah, we've known each other since we were kids," Alfred replied.
"Oh, childhood buddies," Elijah said.
Alfred just looked at her, not saying anything. Being Mateo's bodyguard for years, he was not just tough but also sharp. He could read people well.
He knew Elijah wasn't as straightforward as she seemed. There was always something behind her words.
Seeing him stay silent, Elijah casually added, "Sam's super upbeat and friendly, right? She's probably got friends everywhere. And Wes, he's proud and sensitive. They balance each other out. But..."
Elijah trailed off.
"But what?" Alfred asked, playing along.
Elijah sighed, "Sam might get worn out. Wes is sensitive, and he might get jealous if she gets too close to other guys."
Alfred listened, keeping his thoughts to himself. 'Elijah's been dropping hints that Wes and Sam aren't a good match. What's her angle? Is she just worried about work stuff, or does she have a thing for Wes?'
Wesley's singing and the smooth piano music drifted over. Alfred's ears perked up, and his expression softened as he recognized the tune.
He imagined Samantha at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys, creating that beautiful music. It was such a graceful and heartwarming scene.
Alfred wished he could be the one singing next to her right then. But thinking about his own singing voice, he quickly ditched the idea.
He'd been into martial arts since he was a kid, good with weapons but totally hopeless with music.
Alfred was tone-deaf; his singing would probably make everyone run for the hills. And Samantha was so talented. No wonder, in her eyes, he was just a buddy. With him, there'd be no musical harmony. When she was happy, he couldn't sing a duet with her like Wes could.
Elijah watched Alfred, seeing him stand there with a blank face. Her eyes flickered. She wasn't sure if Alfred had picked up on her hints about Wes and Sam not being a good fit. If Alfred liked Samantha, he'd definitely try to step in.
Inside, the two took a break after practicing for a bit.
Wesley wasn't in top form today. He took a sip of water. "Sam, you don't need to cook for me anymore."
Samantha looked up. "Why, is my cooking that bad?"
"No, it's just that my throat's been kinda dry lately, and I shouldn't eat spicy stuff," Wesley said, making up an excuse.
"Sorry, I didn't know." Samantha felt a bit guilty, thinking, 'No wonder Wes isn't in good shape. His throat must be bothering him.'
"It's not your fault." Wesley walked over and took her hand. Seeing her index finger a bit swollen, he frowned. "Is this from cooking?"
Samantha glanced at it and suddenly remembered Alfred putting her finger in his mouth to suck on it. Her ears instantly turned red.
"What's up? Why aren't you saying anything?" Wesley saw her spacing out and got curious.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Samantha quickly snapped back, pulling her hand away and pretending to fix her hair.
Wesley watched her reaction, feeling a bit down. 'Did something happen between Sam and Alfred while they were cooking?' he wondered.
He asked, "Sam, did Alfred come here just to see you?"
"Yeah, Alfred's King Mateo's bodyguard. He's on vacation and came to visit me," Samantha said.
"You two seem pretty tight," Wesley said casually.
"Of course, we grew up together." Samantha's eyes lit up when she talked about Alfred.
Wesley suddenly asked, "Does he like you?"
Samantha blinked and then burst into laughter. "Wes, are you jealous?"
Wesley put his arm around her waist, looking serious. "Yeah, I mind other guys being around you. Sam, I only want you to have me by your side."
Samantha was an upbeat and cheerful woman. She had a great personality and a big family. Everyone liked her, so she had a lot of guy friends.
When Wesley said he didn't like other men around her, Samantha didn't think much of it, just seeing it as Wesley caring for her.
Samantha playfully poked Wesley's chest. "Wes, you're so jealous."
Wesley held her hand. "Sam, promise me, can you hang out with other guys less? I can't stand it."
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