Chapter 1101 Don't Be So Good to Me
The girl shot Samantha a dirty look. She wanted to cuss her out so bad, but Alfred's icy stare shut her up. She mumbled, "Sorry."
Samantha raised an eyebrow. "You're a Wesley fan, huh?"
The girl glared harder. "Yeah, I've been with him since day one. He's amazing, talented, our idol. We won't let some flaky chick like you mess him up."
Samantha sighed. "Thanks for supporting Wesley. I never meant to mess with him; you got it all wrong."
She glanced at Ryan and Alfred, then added, "These two? Just my family. Wesley's gonna make an announcement soon. We're officially dating."
Alfred, standing nearby, felt a pang in his chest. After all this time, Samantha and Wesley were finally together.
He looked away from Samantha's delicate face. If Wesley made her happy, he'd just be her friend.
"Samantha, let's bounce," Ryan said, noticing Alfred's sadness. He put his arm around Samantha, not wanting to argue with the girl anymore.
Samantha nodded and walked off with Ryan.
The girl got up, glaring at Ryan and Samantha. Remembering how Alfred almost choked her, she felt a surge of anger. She quickly ran over and scratched his arm hard.
Alfred was caught off guard. By the time he realized it, the girl had already bolted. Her long nails left two bloody scratches on his arm.
Alfred frowned, watching her run away, and sighed. She should be glad she's not a guy, or he'd have knocked her out.
Samantha, about to get in the car, saw this and freaked out. She ran over, grabbed Alfred's arm, and checked it out.
Seeing the bloody scratches, her heart clenched. "Aren't you supposed to be the toughest bodyguard? How'd you let someone sneak up on you?"
'Is Samantha worried about me?' Alfred thought, feeling a bit happy. He almost wished the girl had hurt him more so Samantha would fuss over him.
"Come on, let's get you to the hospital," Samantha said, pulling him along.
Alfred snapped out of it. "No need, it's just a scratch."
Samantha glared at him. "A scratch? Look at these! That girl's nuts, she might be sick. You need a shot."
Alfred chuckled. "Samantha, she's a person, not a rabid dog."
Samantha frowned. "Who knows? She might've been bitten by one."
She didn't expect Wesley's fans to be so wild.
"Alfred, just listen to Samantha," Ryan said, rolling his eyes. 'Alfred's such a blockhead. He should use this to get some sympathy from her. Guys like him always miss the chance.'
With Ryan's words, Alfred didn't argue anymore. He let Samantha lead him to the car, his eyes never leaving her face.
Samantha caught Alfred's gaze and tried to brush it off. "Thanks for earlier," she said.
Alfred shrugged. "No need to thank me. I'm your friend. It's my job to have your back when things get dicey."
He knew when to step up and when to step back. Sensing her discomfort, he moved back to his original spot.
Samantha felt a mix of guilt and other emotions she couldn't quite pin down, making her restless.
"Can you stop staring at me?" she said, exasperated.
"Sorry." Alfred quickly looked away.
"And stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong," Samantha added.
Alfred nodded. "Okay."
Samantha was at a loss. Alfred was really obedient. "Alfred, you don't have to be so good to me. Have your own opinions."
"I'm used to it," Alfred blurted out.
Seeing Samantha's look, he quickly added, "No, I mean, I do have my own opinions. I listen to you because I'm your friend. Isn't it right to be good to you?"
Samantha was stumped. After a moment, she said, "But sometimes I mess up too. You shouldn't just go along with everything I say."
"What's wrong? Tell me."
Samantha was momentarily speechless.
Alfred smiled. "See, you can't even say it."
Samantha scratched her head. "Just don't be so good to me." It made her feel guilty and burdened.
Alfred was quiet for a moment. "Got it. I'll be heading back to my country in a few days." Then he wouldn't be around to be good to her.
Hearing this, Samantha felt a pang of unease. 'Is Alfred really leaving in a few days? It's just a normal parting, so why do I feel sad?'
Meanwhile, Wesley finished his call and asked Elijah to draft an announcement. "Elijah, put out a statement that Samantha and I are together."
Elijah's face fell. After all this, Wesley and Samantha were still together. She couldn't accept it. "Wesley, have you really thought this through? You sure you want to be with Samantha?"
"Yes," Wesley said firmly.
"Even if people call you a gigolo, you don't care?"
Wesley took a deep breath. "As long as I know I'm not that kind of person, it's fine."
Elijah sneered. "Wesley, you know how brutal public opinion can be. Do you really want to face judgment every time you step out? Once you announce your relationship, people will label you as Samantha's simp. You really don't mind?"
Wesley's chest tightened. "Stop blowing it out of proportion. Samantha and I truly love each other. Don't trash our love."
Elijah sighed. "I get it, but others won't. Once you go public, they'll call you a simp."
Wesley's face darkened. "Enough. Are you gonna make the announcement or not? If not, I'll do it myself."
Elijah blocked his way. "Wesley, are you really willing to give up everything for love? Even if people say you rely on a woman, or that you're being played? I didn't expect you to be so lovestruck. Or maybe I don't know you. Is your relationship with Samantha fake, and you're just using this to climb the social ladder?"
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