Chapter 1082 You Liked Alfred
"I didn't answer that question." Wesley shot a look at Samantha, "Samantha, don't you think that's a dumb question? You like me, right? That includes how I look, doesn't it? Why would I need to pack on pounds? His logic's whack."
Hearing this, Samantha felt a bit bummed. Girls, you know, they like hearing sweet stuff from guys. Even if it's BS, she wished Wesley would've said he'd gain weight for her.
But then she thought, Wesley wasn't wrong. She liked him just the way he was. His looks, his talent, all of it.
"Yeah, it's kinda childish, Wesley. Don't let his words get to you." Samantha wasn't one to hold grudges. Since she liked Wesley, she'd learn to tolerate him and get along. As long as they were happy, nothing else mattered.
"Yeah, Samantha, you do like me?" Wesley asked, teasing.
Samantha blushed a bit. "Of course."
Wesley grinned, pulling her into his arms, letting her lean against his chest.
Elijah, sitting in the back, watched with a cold stare. Seeing them all lovey-dovey, she clenched her fists. She glanced around, grabbed Wesley's water bottle, and unscrewed it.
"Wesley, have some water." Elijah shook the bottle on purpose as she opened it. Water spilled onto her hand. She hissed, frowning.
This made the two separate. Wesley frowned. "How could you be so clumsy?"
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Elijah put on an apologetic face.
"Did you burn your hand?" Wesley asked.
"It's nothing." Elijah shook her head and handed over the water bottle.
Samantha looked at Elijah, thinking of something, and asked with concern, "Elijah, is your stomach feeling better?"
Elijah's eyes flickered, and she nodded.
Wesley took a sip of water and casually asked, "Is your stomach upset?"
Elijah said, "Yeah, a little."
"More than a little, Elijah was throwing up this morning," Samantha said playfully, "Wesley, you should give Elijah more time off, don't overwork her."
Wesley paused his drinking, glanced at Elijah. "Throwing up?"
Elijah forced a smile. "Yeah, maybe I ate something bad during a late-night snack yesterday, so I had some vomiting and diarrhea."
Wesley's sharp gaze lingered on her face for a couple of seconds.
Elijah suppressed her heartbeat, pretending to be calm. Only then did Wesley look away.
Elijah's hand instinctively touched her lower abdomen, exhaling subtly.
The car soon pulled up at the school.
At this moment, Alfred was sitting on the steps of the playground, watching the students train. Lykke was among them.
Lykke was a high jumper, so she was pretty tall, just a bit shorter than Alfred, who was over 6 feet.
Lykke was an athlete, and Alfred was a martial artist, so they had a lot in common. They had a great chat during lunch.
After eating, Lykke invited Alfred to watch her train at the school. And Alfred was more than willing. Not because he really wanted to watch Lykke train, he was specifically sitting here waiting for Samantha.
After all, Samantha and Wesley were coming to the school to practice, and the playground was their inevitable path. He had to put on a full show, to let Samantha see his determination to have a romantic encounter.
Alfred checked the time, figuring Samantha should be arriving soon. From a distance, he saw the three of them walking slowly towards him.
Alfred smirked, his eyes drifting to the folks training on the playground. Right then, it was Lykke's turn to jump.
Lykke started her run, slow at first, then picking up speed, and finally leaping in front of the bar. She floated like a butterfly, landing perfectly on the mat.
Alfred stood up and clapped, even shouting, "Nice one!"
Lykke saw him and blew him a kiss with a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, Alfred noticed Samantha not far away, so he gave Lykke a big thumbs up.
Yeah, he felt a bit scummy using Lykke to get a rise out of Samantha, but he’d already explained everything to Lykke. She knew he had feelings for Samantha and was cool with helping him out. He’d thank her properly once this was all over.
Samantha didn’t know Alfred was putting on a show; she just saw the flirty exchange between Lykke and Alfred and felt a bit miffed. She walked up to Alfred, snorted, and said, "So Lykke's a high jumper, huh? No wonder she's so slim."
Alfred glanced at her. "Can't tell if you're throwing shade or giving a compliment."
Samantha said, "Of course, it's a compliment. She's an athlete, bringing glory to the school and even the country. How could I mock her?"
Alfred nodded, playing along. "You're right. And you know what, we have a lot in common. If she didn’t have to train, we might still be chatting now." He looked at Lykke with a soft expression.
Samantha forced a fake smile. "Well, you enjoy watching then." With that, she turned and walked away.
Wesley, trailing behind her, gave Alfred a long look but said nothing, following Samantha.
Elijah also glanced at Wesley, her eyes flickering. 'What's Alfred up to? Does he really like Lykke? Or is he playing some kind of game?'
As they walked away, Alfred's face turned serious. Watching Samantha's slender back, his brown eyes darkened. He thought, 'When will Samantha ever like me?'
Samantha arrived at the music classroom, still replaying the scene in her head—Lykke blowing a kiss to Alfred, Alfred giving Lykke a thumbs up. They really seemed like a perfect match.
"Samantha?" Wesley's voice snapped her back to reality.
Samantha blinked. "What did you say?"
Wesley looked at her intently. "What are you thinking about? I've called you several times. Are you thinking about Alfred?"
Wesley stood in front of Samantha, finally asking the question that had been bugging him. "Do you like Alfred?"
Samantha's eyes widened, and after a moment, she burst into laughter. "Wesley, how could I possibly like Alfred? We're just long-time friends. I've told you, it's just that his sudden change is hard for me to believe."
"Really?" Wesley was skeptical.
"Of course." Samantha pouted, "Don't be jealous for no reason."
Wesley looked at Samantha's pretty face, his eyes deepening. He thought, 'Am I really overthinking it? Or maybe Samantha likes Alfred without realizing it?'
Wesley hoped he was just being paranoid. But Samantha's behavior made it hard for him not to worry. She, who rarely made mistakes, messed up several times while playing the piano.
Wesley couldn't hold back his frustration anymore. "Samantha, if you keep this up, I'll report to Mr. Bennett and ask for someone else to perform with me."
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