Chapter 1094 She Pestering Him
Wesley's head was pounding, and he was seeing red. "Orlando, you wanna throw down?"
Orlando rolled up his sleeves, smirking. "Bring it on, man. I'll mess you up."
The air was thick with tension, and their crew and managers jumped in, trying to break it up before things got ugly.
Just then, a cab pulled up at the police station, and out stepped Samantha and Alfred.
"Wesley!" Samantha rushed over.
Wesley froze, and the memory of her and Alfred holding hands outside the apartment flashed in his mind. His scowl deepened.
Samantha stood in front of him, eyes wide with worry when she saw the cut on his lip. "Does it hurt?"
She reached out to touch him, but Wesley jerked his head away.
Her hand hung in the air awkwardly. 'Is he mad at me or something?' she wondered.
Alfred's face darkened, and he yanked Samantha behind him, giving Wesley a shove. "What's your problem, man?"
The shove wasn't hard, but it caught Wesley off guard, and he stumbled.
Samantha freaked out and pulled Alfred back. "Alfred, why'd you push him?"
Alfred just frowned, staying silent.
Samantha turned to Wesley, trying to help him up. "You okay?"
But Wesley slapped her hand away. "I'm fine. But get your boyfriend under control."
Samantha was stunned. Not only did he slap her hand away, but he also said that. "Wesley, what are you talking about? You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
Wesley let out a cold laugh, glancing at Alfred. "Oh, really? Where was he last night?"
Samantha's heart skipped a beat. 'Why's he asking this? Did he get the wrong idea again?'
Wesley went on, "Last night, I saw you two holding hands and getting into the elevator. Scared to be alone, so you had him stay over?"
Samantha tried to explain, "Wesley, let me explain."
"No need," Wesley cut her off, his voice icy. "Samantha, I can't do this. I don't want a girl who's all over the place."
Samantha was speechless, staring at Wesley in disbelief. Was he calling her unfaithful?
Alfred couldn't take it anymore and punched Wesley. "Wesley, shut up! You're the one chasing Samantha. Now that people say you're mooching off her, you can't handle it and blame her? Man up!"
Wesley hit the ground, clutching his chest, groaning in pain.
"Hey, are you nuts? Why do you keep hitting people?" Elijah rushed to help Wesley up, yelling at Alfred.
Samantha, shocked, saw Wesley's pain and shouted at Alfred, "Alfred, why do you always go for violence? You wanna make things worse? Get out of here!"
This was the first time Samantha had ever talked to Alfred like that. But he couldn't stand seeing her get humiliated. Hurt flashed in his eyes. "Samantha."
"I said leave, didn't you hear me?" Samantha shoved Alfred hard, her eyes red with urgency. She knew Alfred was just trying to protect her, but she didn't need that right now. She was scared his actions would make things worse.
Wesley had a ton of fans. If something happened to him, they'd come after Alfred for sure.
Seeing Samantha's teary eyes, Alfred felt a pang in his chest. "Alright, don't cry. I'm outta here."
Just then, reporters swarmed in. Wesley and Orlando's fans had also shown up after hearing the news.
"Wesley, are you really dating Miss Gordon?"
"Wesley, are you two living together?"
"Wesley, what do you like about Miss Gordon? Did you choose her because of her impressive background?"
"Wesley, are you planning to quit singing and become the richest son-in-law in Houston?"
The reporters bombarded Wesley with questions.
Wesley clutched his chest, looking seriously pissed. Elijah's eyes flashed, and she jumped in, "I'm Wesley's assistant. Let me clear this up: Wesley is not dating Miss Gordon. Miss Gordon, as a fan, has been pestering him."
The reporters were stunned. All eyes turned to Samantha.
"Miss Gordon, is that true?"
"Miss Gordon, are you stalking Wesley as a fan?"
Samantha was floored by Elijah's words. She stayed silent, looking at Wesley, waiting for him to set things straight. But Wesley, clutching his chest, didn't even glance her way, staying cold as ice.
Wesley's fans, hearing Elijah's words, immediately started trash-talking Samantha.
"Shameless! Who do you think you are? Just 'cause you're rich, you think you can pester Wesley? Have some decency!"
"You're using your status to force Wesley to be with you? Pathetic!"
"How can someone be so despicable?"
Wesley's fans were livid. Some even tried to push Samantha. But before they could touch her, Alfred stepped in, shielding her. "Let's see who dares to touch her!" Alfred's glare was so fierce, his years as a bodyguard made him look like he could snap at any second.
The fans were intimidated by Alfred and froze.
Alfred turned to Samantha, seeing her pale face, and fought the urge to deck Wesley. "Samantha, let's get outta here."
The situation had spiraled out of control. Samantha felt crushed. Looking at Wesley, who wouldn't even glance her way, she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
She thought, 'What's Wesley's deal? Why's he letting the fans go wild with their guesses? Why won't he make our relationship public? Is he mad 'cause he saw me with Alfred last night? Or is it 'cause people mocked him for relying on a woman? But we're dating, for real. Why's he letting Elijah and the fans talk crap? Does he want to end things before they even start?'
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