The Female Leads Truly Loves You Chapter 201: Nightmare

Was Aurora’s behavior just now a bit impulsive?

Perhaps it was indeed impulsive.

After all, she had done sothing she had never tried before.

In this open era, a kiss no longer signifies everything as it might have in the past, but of course, this doesn’t an Aurora is a casual woman.

On the contrary, when it cos to relationships, Aurora has always had high standards.

Her father also tried to introduce her to so suitable marriage prospects through friends’ connections—n who were appropriate in terms of family background, education, appearance, and status. However, Aurora declined them all, using her busy work schedule as an excuse.

Because they all showed Aurora a kind of falseness.

They clearly coveted her strongly, yet they acted very restrained while courting her.

They tried to impress her either by boasting or through seemingly modest performances. What does Aurora do? She’s a police officer, and she can spot a lie in an instant.

But this boy nad Sam had exceeded her own understanding.

Aurora found that she was increasingly unable to see through him. He often spoke smoothly, yet the honesty he occasionally showed could make many won fall for him in an instant.

So, today’s kiss didn’t signify anything; it was just a mont of impulse on her part.

That’s Aurora for you; even in a mont of impulse, she thinks through her reasons and the follow-up.

She is that thorough in her considerations.

And Sam is the one she has identified, perhaps the only one who could help her and Mia bridge their gap. Everything that happened today could be seen as sowing a seed on a whim.

As for how this seed will grow, she’ll leave that to fate.

Aurora slept in Sam’s bed, feeling unexpectedly at peace. Her years of work experience had made it difficult for her to sleep soundly.

Closing her eyes, she would often think of nurous cases and the bloody scenes from cri sites, but in Sam’s bed, these feelings seed to fade gradually. She quickly fell into a quiet and deep sleep.

Sam was utterly baffled, and he felt like having a smoke himself.

A female police officer had just forcefully kissed him in his own ho? What kind of behavior was that?

And now Aurora had taken over the only bedroom, leaving Sam, it seed, without a place to sleep tonight.

The couch was occupied by Mia. Sleep on the floor? That would be too miserable.

This was all happening in Sam’s own house, which was incredibly frustrating.

It appeared there was no better option, so he might as well just sit up until dawn. It wasn’t the first ti he had pulled an all-nighter, and given his current physical condition, staying up was no big deal.

Sam sat down at the table, propping his forehead with his hand as he scrolled through a webnovel on his phone.

The plot of the novel he was reading was too bland; he even considered switching to a horror story. But then he rembered it was midnight and abandoned the idea.

Perhaps because the story was dull, Sam gradually grew sleepy. He eventually slumped over the table, his head down, and fell into a light sleep.

Because he was sitting, his sleep wasn’t deep.

In a drowsy haze, he thought he heard so noise.

Sam felt sothing, a chill, an icy coldness.

Instinctively, he lifted his head and opened his eyes, thinking he saw sothing in front of him.

The mont he saw it clearly, his pupils dilated in shock, and a cold sweat broke out, as if soaking through his clothes.

Because right in front of him...

Was a sharp fruit knife. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the sa knife from his own kitchen!

And at this very mont, the person holding the fruit knife was none other than Mia, who was supposed to be sound asleep on the couch!

Her deanor had completely changed, resembling soone in a bar who had lost control of their emotions.

Her grip on the fruit knife tightened, trembling with her slight body movents. The knife’s tip pointed at Sam’s body, and her shaky gaze only increased the sense of danger.

Sam didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. Looking at Mia standing across from him, with eyes filled with anger and perhaps even hatred, Sam had no idea what was going on.

What was this all about?

Sam hadn’t done anything to her.

Sam’s cold sweat was pouring down as he forced himself to remain calm, looking at Mia in front of him.

"Boss... what are you doing?"

Mia stared straight at Sam. "What were you just doing?"

Her question only added to Sam’s confusion.

"I... I wasn’t doing anything, just sleeping. Have you forgotten what happened tonight?"

Sam felt that Mia was in so kind of uncontrollable state, and he was trying his best to awaken her reason.

But Mia said, "I haven’t forgotten, I saw everything."

"Saw what?"

"You and Aurora."

Her eyes flickered as she said this, as if the statent intensified her hatred.

Sam didn’t even know what he had done to make her hate him so much.

"What about and Aurora?"

"Weren’t you two just kissing? I didn’t see it wrong, did I, Sam? I haven’t misjudged you, have I?"

Sam was taken aback. Aurora had indeed kissed him forcefully, but it was only for a mont. And at that ti, Sam had glanced over, and Mia was surely not awake, right?

Could she have been pretending to be drunk?

And waited until now?

But even so, why would she react so extrely towards him?

Even if Sam had slept with her sister, Mia’s reaction seed too extre, didn’t it?

As if reading Sam’s thoughts, Mia said coldly, "You know the relationship between her and , so why would you do such a thing? You can kiss whoever you want, but why did it have to be her! Why her!"

She seed to grow more agitated, her expression no longer calm, anger and hatred seemingly taking complete control.

Sam couldn’t afford to dwell on the oddities of the situation; he needed to calm Mia down first.

"Calm down for a second! First off, she kissed against my will, and it was just a peck, nothing more happened between us. Everything she did, she did it for you good."

"For ?"

A flicker of confusion seed to pass through Mia’s eyes, and the fruit knife in her hand lowered slightly.

Sam imdiately continued.

"Yes... she thought I could help nd the relationship between you two, to bring you back to the family. But I felt that it wasn’t sothing I could do, so I refused. She tried to force to agree, but that’s as far as it went, nothing else happened!"

Sam tried his best to explain, while Mia fell silent.

The silence was excruciating. Sam was still pondering how to extricate himself from this bizarre situation.

After a full three minutes, Mia hadn’t spoken. Just when Sam thought it might all be over, Mia suddenly lifted her head, a mocking cold smile on her face.

"For my own good... Yes, that’s what you all say, that it’s for my good. But I’m not fine, I’ve never been fine! It’s because of her ’for my good’ that she interferes with my life, wants to drag back to a family that causes pain, and most importantly, she wants to take you away from ..."

"What... what are you talking about?"

Sam hadn’t expected Mia to say such things. In his mind, even if Mia wasn’t the particularly gentle type, she was still a kind woman.

How could she harbor such dark thoughts?

But her knife was trembling, and he could hear her repeating a few words under her breath.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

"Die, die, die, die, die!!"

Sam was stunned, and then he noticed the fresh blood on the back of Mia’s hand. It wasn’t just on her hand; the blade was sared with blood as well, as if she had just slaughtered sothing.

That wasn’t right, there was no blood before!

Sam looked up in shock to see Mia suddenly staring at him with a laugh.

It was a crazy laugh, like that of a deranged killer from the legends.

"Ha ha ha ha... For my good? I don’t need that kind of ’good’! You all deserve to die, all of you should die!"

Suddenly, Sam slled a strong scent of blood.

The stench was coming from his own room, and... there was also the sll of blood around him.

Sam looked down and saw bloodstains at his feet, seemingly dragged out in a trail that spread behind him.

And in the direction his gaze could reach was the bedroom door, from where the blood seed to have co. If he rembered correctly, Aurora was sleeping in that bedroom.

How could this be... Could it an?!

Sam turned his head uncontrollably, following the direction of the blood trail.

The bedroom door was ajar, and in the dim darkness, a blurred yet familiar figure... was slumped over the cabinet, facing directly towards Sam.

Blood was splattered all over the walls and door fra.

Then he saw Aurora, her eyes wide open, but utterly lifeless, staring back at him in a terrifying sight!!

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Sam felt like his head was about to explode.

What kind of joke was this?

Aurora was dead?!

And in his own ho?

And in this ho, there were only himself, Mia, and Aurora.

Who could have killed Aurora? Only her sister Mia!

But how could Mia kill soone?

It was unthinkable!

It was all too strange, to the point of making one’s heart race and breath stop!

"Do you like the view? Her dead face is pretty too, right? This is what happens to those who do things ’for my good.’ This is the fate deserved by a woman who uses that excuse to try and take everything from !"

Mia’s insane words were still coming through, and Sam turned back to her, looking at her with eyes full of incomprehension.

"Do you realize what you’re doing? Have you lost your mind!"

Mia’s laughter grew even more frenzied, more pathological, completely devoid of any semblance of normalcy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha... So what if I’ve gone mad? Don’t worry, we’re all going to die eventually, in this unhappy world our only end is death!!"

She roared maniacally, then lunged at Sam with the blood-stained dagger in her hand!

Given Sam’s physical condition and reflexes, he could have easily dodged.

But for so reason, he couldn’t move at all, he could only watch helplessly as the knife drew closer and closer.

"Thud!"

His vision was instantly blurred with blood, as the sharp blade pierced his heart.

He thought he heard the sound of his own body hitting the floor, and the continuous gushing of blood.

Pain.

Intense pain.

He seed to see the crazed Mia straddling him, both hands gripping the knife, swinging it down into his body, pulling it out, over and over again.

And he heard a voice that seed to grow more and more distant.

"Die..."

"Die, all of you!"

"Everyone die, die, die!!"

"I don’t need any of you, just die!!!"

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"Ah...!!"

Sam suddenly lifted his head.

His eyes were wide open, his breathing rapid, like a drowning person surfacing for air.

Quickly, Sam realized sothing.

He touched his face, his body.

No wounds.

He looked at the floor, behind him, at the bedroom door.

The floor was clean, there was nothing behind him, and the bedroom door was firmly shut.

It had all vanished.

A dream?

Had he just had such a terrifying nightmare?

Sam was still a bit tense, but then a bright light caught the corner of his eye.

He turned his head to look out the window, where it seed a brilliant light had fallen.

Was it a shooting star?

Sam suddenly thought of sothing and turned his head to look at his sofa, his eyes instantly widening in shock.

"!!!"

If he had been dreaming, Mia should have been sound asleep on it.

But now, the sofa was empty, except for the blanket he had draped over her!

Where was she?

Sam imdiately felt that familiar sense of danger enveloping him. He couldn’t help but wonder, was it really just a dream?

The pain had felt so real, as if the sharp blade had truly passed through his heart and every part of his body, even the sensation of blood draining from his body was so vivid.

The oppressive atmosphere, the sll of blood, it all seed so genuine.

But if it wasn’t a dream, why was he still alive?

Although everything that had just happened seed so irrational – Mia’s words, her behavior, and his own inability to resist – it was all so strange, it seed it could only be explained as a dream.

But then...

"Click."

Just as Sam couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Sam turned his head and saw Mia, wearing a tank top that made her look sowhat sexy, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

She t Sam’s gaze.

She looked at Sam curiously.

"Awake? Is it hot today? Why are you sweating so much?"

Sam’s lips moved, he had a lot to say, but at that mont, it all condensed into one question.

"You... were you just using the bathroom?"

Mia nodded, speaking matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I suddenly needed to go, so I got up to use the bathroom. I saw you were sleeping so deeply, I didn’t want to wake you. What’s the matter, do you charge for using your bathroom?"

She could still joke with him? Did she know nothing?

Sam felt it wasn’t a dream, and subconsciously thought of those female leads with special supernatural abilities, but on second thought, how could Mia have superpowers? Because in the earliest ga, Mia’s convenience store was a safe zone!

Sam really didn’t want to experience that dream again.

It was a double assault on both body and mind, even Angel’s ti-stopping powers weren’t as terrifying.

Seeing that Sam didn’t respond, Mia walked over to him and bent down slightly.

She touched his forehead.

"You don’t have a fever... Why are you sweating so much? Maybe you should sleep on the couch for a bit, you clearly haven’t been resting well lately."

Sam glanced at Mia, but his eyes inadvertently caught sight of her breasts, revealed due to her bending over, shaped like teardrops.

What was he doing noticing such things at a ti like this?

Sam wanted to slap himself. He stood up and took a deep breath.

"It’s nothing, I just had a nightmare... scared myself."

Mia couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at him.

"Still having nightmares at your age, maybe this is the karma for being a womanizer. Go have so water."

Sam nodded, took a big gulp of ice water, and felt much better.

He sat on the sofa, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Mia.

"Boss."

"Hmm?"

"Did you... hear any strange noises while I was asleep?"

Mia had a thoughtful, reminiscent expression, seemingly normal.

"Not that I noticed. If there had been any noise, I would’ve woken you up."

"Oh..."

"What’s up?"

Sam shook his head, looking at the beautiful Mia who showed no signs of anything unusual.

"It’s nothing, just asking... Aren’t you going to sleep?"

Mia huffed lightly.

"No, I’m going ho in a bit. I don’t want to run into her in the morning, just seeing her annoys ."

Sam frowned.

"Your motorcycle is still at the bar, how will you get back?"

Mia picked up her phone.

"I’ll just hang out at the convenience store for the night, and go get my bike when it’s light out. Don’t worry about it, you’re all talk and no action anyway."

Sam shook his head.

"Forget it, don’t bother, just stay here. It’s not safe to wander around this late."

"And what about you? Are you planning to roll on the couch with ?"

Mia blinked, her cheeks tinged with a rosy flush, still seemingly buzzed from the alcohol.

Sam sighed and said, "Can’t you say sothing nice for a change? Don’t worry, I won’t sleep. A little rest was enough for ."

At least for tonight, Sam dared not sleep.

Having taken a sip of water earlier, he felt the urge to use the bathroom, so he stood up.

"I’m going to use the restroom first. You take the couch, unless you want to go sleep with your sister."

"Sleep with her? No way, I’m not going there."

Sam headed to the bathroom, opened the door, turned on the light, and felt a slight sense of security.

After relieving himself, he felt much more at ease.

But what Sam didn’t realize was that Mia, having settled back on the couch, was now gazing at the ceiling.

With a strange look on her face, she muttered to herself, "Why would Sam have such a dream? His behavior is off too. Could it be that it affected him?"