Sam hadn't anticipated this situation.
He had believed Mia when she said the girl on the hospital bed would be shy and reserved.
But that one sentence had flipped everything, making the atmosphere shift dramatically.
It felt like the light in the room had dimd.
Sam looked at Charlotte, whose deanor had completely changed.
He squinted slightly.
"Sorry, what did you just say?"
He pretended not to hear clearly, but he was actually trying to confirm sothing.
Charlotte, sitting on the bed, looked frail and posed no physical threat. She was a small, slender girl.
But her current expression made Sam uneasy.
She smiled at him.
"Your attitude is so nasty, and your hearing is bad too?"
Sam raised his head slightly to look at her.
"My hearing is fine, but was I really that nasty?"
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, her smile not quite reaching them.
"Not nasty? You barged into my dream without warning, said such harsh things to , and stripped bare emotionally. Everyone has their secrets and dark sides, but you exposed mine without any regard. Isn't that nasty?"
Sam chuckled and looked at her.
"Charlotte, you don't seem like soone with social anxiety."
Charlotte glanced at the door, as if worried Mia might walk in at any mont. But clearly, moving the bike would take so ti in this large hospital, and Mia wouldn't be back soon.
With that small detail settled, Charlotte looked back at Sam.
"I used to be."
"So you're not anymore?"
"Let's just say... I might still be awkward around others, but it seems you're an exception."
Her gaze was inscrutable.
But Sam's instincts told him that Charlotte's feelings towards him were far from positive. It felt more like she was confronting him, seeking so sort of reckoning.
"Oh? Is it because I make you feel particularly close?"
"Don't flatter yourself. After what you said to , you think I'd have any good feelings towards you? Do you think I'm crazy?"
Charlotte retorted, clearly annoyed.
This version of Charlotte seed far from the gentle and kind girl Mia had described.
"Aren't you a bit crazy? Do you know where you are?"
Clearly, this was a hospital.
"Sam... why are you so annoying?"
Sam nodded.
"If you find annoying, it ans you're starting to understand ."
"Why would I want to understand you? That has nothing to do with finding you annoying."
Charlotte scoffed.
She had just said she was grateful, and now she was saying this. Sam couldn't help but laugh.
"Is it possible that you're just starting to understand , and the annoying you're seeing is the version I want you to see?"
Charlotte looked at him suspiciously.
"And if I really get to know you?"
"Let's not go there. I'm afraid you'd fall in love with ."
"Pfft!"
Charlotte's cheeks turned a faint pink.
"You're so shaless. Fall in love with you?"
Sam casually crossed his legs.
"Just a heads-up. Boys like aren't easy to co by, and I have a girlfriend."
"What does your girlfriend have to do with !"
"Then what does my nastiness have to do with you?"
Charlotte's cheeks flushed slightly.
It seed logical, but she had her reasons.
"I'm thinking of Mia. Don't pretend you don't know. Even though you have a girlfriend, can't you see Mia likes you, maybe even loves you!"
Charlotte spoke with conviction.
Sam's reaction was calm.
"First, you need to understand that many people liking is normal. I can't be responsible for everyone who likes . And Mia and I are just friends. I'm her employee, and anything beyond that is her personal business. I suggest you focus on your own life."
"What kind of attitude is that!" Charlotte said, dissatisfied.
Sam shrugged.
"What else? We've only t twice, including the dream. I'm already being very polite to you. Besides, rember, I helped wake you up. You should be thanking ."
"You..."
Charlotte felt awkward.
She was upset, but she couldn't find any fault in his words.
She looked at Sam several tis, trying to find a flaw.
But unfortunately, Sam wasn't soone she could easily catch off guard, so she had to give up.
Charlotte sighed and leaned back against the headboard, looking helpless.
"Mia is a good person, always helping without hesitation. So no matter what, I don't want her to be hurt..."
"She is indeed kind. No one wants to hurt her."
"Aren't you the one who would hurt her?"
Charlotte looked at Sam.
Sam smiled.
"So things you need to understand. Not everything can be compromised. Do you think I can abandon everyone else and be with her alone? That's not right either."
"You... the girl in the photo you showed , that's your girlfriend, right?"
Charlotte rembered.
In the dream, she had seen a photo on his phone.
That girl, with her noble aura and stunning looks, would make anyone feel inferior.
Sam nodded.
"Yes, her na is Angel. She's also from our school."
"...So Mia has no chance?"
"You could say that."
Sam couldn't be too definitive. On one hand, he didn't hide the fact that he was a womanizer. On the other hand, in this damned world, it seed that every woman closely connected to him would eventually end up in a more intimate relationship with him.
So he couldn't be too definitive. But there was no need to explain these concerns to Charlotte.
Charlotte looked at Sam awkwardly.
"Then you haven't made it clear to her?"
"She hasn't sorted it out herself. What should I say?"
"Sort out what?"
"Never mind, you wouldn't understand. You're still too young."
"Are you kidding ? I'm older than you!"
Charlotte looked at him, annoyed.
Sam shrugged indifferently.
"But you know less than I do, right?"
"My grades are good!"
"I'm second in my grade."
"..."
Charlotte felt defeated.
Really?
This boy was so handso, had a beautiful girlfriend, and good grades?
Did such an excellent boy really exist in the world?
Every girl has a ti when they first fall in love. Even though she had been socially anxious for a long ti, she had fantasized about sweet, beautiful love stories.
Of course, every girl's fantasies were similar.
They all liked handso boys, and naturally, their character had to be excellent too.
Naturally, when faced with real feelings, it might not be as perfect as initially imagined. But just as people have the right to pursue dreams.
Everyone needs to fantasize about beauty.
But often, reality is disappointing.
Yet it also indirectly proved that the boy in front of her was the ultimate fantasy for many girls.
"Fine, it really has nothing to do with ... but you absolutely can't hurt Mia, or else..."
Sam looked at her, waiting for so shocking threat.
But Charlotte hesitated.
Even when Mia hurried back into the room, she hadn't said anything substantial.
Right.
This was a normal girl.
If everyone were like Angel, giving him imnse pressure from the start, wouldn't that be too terrible?
"What were you two talking about? The atmosphere seems good," Mia said with a smile as she entered.
Charlotte forced a smile.
"Nothing... just thanking him."
Mia laughed.
"No need to thank him too much. He's very pretentious. The more you thank him, the less he appreciates it."
"Really?"
"Of course, I know him well. Right, Sam?"
Sam nodded expressionlessly.
"Yeah, yeah."
Who do you think you know, Mia?
You probably don't even know that the girl on this bed has two completely different faces.
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