Chapter 263
She blushed. "That night, I overheard Kelsey. You and Lillian were pretending to be a couple, right?"
What did she mean? She must like me.
I turned to face her. She looked nervous, glancing at me but hesitating, hands twisted together, knuckles white.
"Not exactly," I said.
She looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"It's complicated. Hard to explain right now," I replied.
Mya asked, "Do you have some kind of agreement?"
"Sort of," I said.
"So, your relationship is fake," she concluded.
She took a deep breath and whispered, "John, do you remember what you said to me that night?"
"Which night?" I asked.
"The night on the West Coast." Her cheeks reddened even more.
I didn't expect her to bring that up.
Feeling awkward, I touched my nose. "I was drunk that night."
"Even if you were drunk, you should admit what you did." She lowered her head, almost burying it in her chest, hands gripping her skirt. "I kept telling myself that night was just a dream, but I can't forget it!"
She lifted her head, eyes suddenly firm, like she made a big decision. "And that night in the haunted house, the person you held and kissed was me!"
She actually said it out loud.
I was shocked.
Embarrassment was secondary; Scarlett was in the kitchen. If she found out, she'd be furious and refuse to help.
I said, "Is that so?"
"You knew it was me that night, didn't you?" Mya looked at me with a hint of resentment.
"I really didn't know!" I insisted.
"No, you knew!" Mya gently pulled down her clothes, revealing her fair chest. "Look, these are the kiss marks you left. They still haven't faded."
I quickly pulled her clothes back up. "Are you crazy? What if Ms. Foster sees?"
I was almost in tears. I didn't expect the kiss marks to still be there after more than a week.
She seemed to realize it was inappropriate. "Then come with me!"
She walked to the kitchen door and said to Scarlett, "Mom, it's too hot outside. I'm taking John to the room to cool off."
"Isn't there air conditioning outside?" Scarlett asked.
"It's too slow to cool down. The room is smaller, so it cools faster!" Mya said.
She glanced at me and motioned for me to enter the room.
For some reason, when she led me into the room, I felt like we were about to have sex, which made me feel helpless.
In the room, Mya turned on the air conditioning. Her room was pink, with a carpet on the floor. She walked barefoot on it, sat on a cushion, and patted the space beside her, signaling me to sit down.
I touched my nose, not expecting Mya to be like this.
Sitting beside her, Mya said, "At first, I didn't suspect anything. I really thought you mistook me for someone else. It was Kelsey's words that made me understand."
I smiled bitterly. "That day, I just wanted to hug Kelsey but ended up hugging you. It was definitely a mistake."
"So that's why you deliberately called Lillian's name later, right?" Mya asked.
I sighed. At this point, there was nothing more to say. The girl wasn't stupid to let you bully her.
"I'm sorry, Mya. Although it was a misunderstanding that night, I did something I shouldn't have. I hope you can forgive me."
Admitting mistakes should be done early, with a sincere attitude. Moreover, if Mya wanted to tell Scarlett, she would have done it long ago, not wait until today.
"I knew it." Mya bit her lower lip. "And that night on the West Coast, were you also deliberately teasing us?"
I thought, 'Can I say it was also a misunderstanding? I really just wanted to go to Kelsey's room but ended up in yours. But can I say that? What does that make me?'
The situation was already messy enough; saying that would complicate things more.
"I was really drunk that night and went to the wrong room!" I said.
Mya replied, "You're talking nonsense. Going to the wrong room is one thing, but not recognizing the person and then leaving without a word?"
'If I didn't leave, should I have woken you up on purpose? That would have been so embarrassing,' I thought.
"I feel guilty, I'm ashamed!" I said in anguish. "I know it's too late for anything I say now. You can hit me, you can scold me, as long as it makes you feel better, I can endure it."
"Why should I do that?" Mya asked. "I just want one outcome!"
"What outcome?" I asked.
She bit her lip. "What do you think?"
I felt nervous. She probably wanted me to take responsibility for her.
Suddenly, I felt like I shouldn't have come today. This was clearly a trap.
"I don't know," I said.
As soon as the words fell, tears welled up in Mya's eyes.
I panicked. "Don't cry. Whatever outcome you want, I'll agree to it."
Mya said, "What do you mean? You should give me an explanation." Tears fell from her eyes.
I gritted my teeth and reached out to wipe her tears. "Although both times were misunderstandings, some things once done cannot be undone. I don't deny it, but the key is, you're excellent, and I'm not suitable for you."
Mya was also a first-rate beauty, but I couldn't afford to mess with her.
Kelsey could say it was her choice, but Mya was different. If Lillian found out that her best friend and I were a couple, she would be very angry.
"Just saying you're not good enough is a clean way to shirk responsibility?" Mya sobbed. "I should have known earlier, you're the kind of man who has no responsibility or courage."
'How does responsibility and courage come into play again?' I thought.
"That's not what I mean. You're so good, I really don't deserve you. I can't delay your future," I said helplessly. "You're still young, you have a long way to go."
Before I could finish, she interrupted, "Then when you bullied me, why didn't you say I was young? And I'm not that young anymore, I'm at the legal age to get married, recognized by the country!"
She straightened her proud chest. "Have you forgotten how you bullied me those two times? Do you want me to show you?"
I was sweating profusely, unable to refute.
"John, you dare to do but not admit it." Mya's tears fell again. "Clearly, you did something wrong, why do you make it seem like it's my fault? I demand you take responsibility. Am I unable to find a boyfriend? Or am I ugly and unlovable?"
Her words made me sober. She was right, I was the one who did wrong!
'Why do I act like the victim?' Thinking about it, I suddenly felt hypocritical. Not only hypocritical but also very cowardly. In fact, I could have stopped both times, but I didn't!
It was my inner desires at work.
"No, you're great," I said.
She was the one hurt in this situation, not me.
I wiped her tears. "But I'm not good enough. You're such a beautiful girl, who wouldn't like you, who wouldn't love you? But being with me would only hurt you. I'm fickle, you know?"
"Do you think I don't know?" Mya pushed away my hand. "Your relationship with Kelsey is not ordinary, right?"
I thought, 'Are women so observant?'
"Who said that?" I asked.
"I did!" Mya said. "What did Kelsey come to you for that day? Just to chat? I don't believe it!"
I said, "Really, we just talked, nothing else!"
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