At this mont, Sam’s heart was racing with tension.
Zoe’s deanor was eerily strange; her constant smiling, rather than being comforting, felt downright terrifying.
The step she took into the elevator sent shivers down Sam’s spine. He was even ready to fight back at a mont’s notice, prepared to retaliate without a second thought if Zoe dared to harm him.
What a joke! Life is precious, and Sam had no intention of offering redemption to soone who might kill him.
Sam watched Zoe warily, her deanor unsettling. "Zoe... what are you doing here?"
Zoe slightly turned her head, stepping fully into the elevator. The doors closed behind her, but without anyone pressing the button, the elevator was destined to stay put on the sa floor, effectively trapping them in this confined space.
"Well... I live here too, you know. What’s wrong, Sam? You look off today, almost as if you’ve forgotten I’m your neighbor." Her response, coupled with the bizarre shift in her usual behavior and the content of the recent ssages, sent Sam’s heart racing.
"I an... shouldn’t you be at ho right now? It seems like you were waiting for ?" He said.
Sam remained on high alert, not allowing Zoe’s usual kindness of preparing breakfast to lower his guard. It was crucial not to act rashly, as that could escalate an unford threat into imdiate danger.
He attempted to cool down the atmosphere, but suddenly, the elevator’s lights flickered due to a short circuit.
Zoe kept smiling, her expression eerily unchanging as if it were fixed to her face. "Of course, I was waiting for Sam... Going out so late and only returning now, it’s worrying, isn’t it?"
"How did you know I went out?" Sam thought, perplexed at her knowledge of his whereabouts.
"Of course... I heard it. I’ve always been paying close attention to Sam. So, what were you doing out so late? Was it... to et that woman just now?"
She took a step closer as she spoke. The elevator was already cramped, and this made Sam feel even more cornered.
Looking at the woman before him, slling the familiar scent, he instinctively stepped back, focusing on what might be hidden behind her.
Even using X-ray Vision, he couldn’t see what she was holding behind her back; her posture remained unchanged. It was impossible to see through her entire body...
At this mont, he could only use X-ray Vision to see the underwear she was wearing inside...
Wait, why could he directly see her teats and clit? Was she not wearing any underwear? In such a scenario, going commando, what was she planning to do?
"What woman..." Sam feigned ignorance.
Zoe snickered at Sam’s act. "I saw everything just now... from the hallway. Looking down, I could clearly see Sam and that woman kissing. I thought you would co up together... But why did you separate?
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Zoe’s tone was like that of a wife who felt betrayed. Her gaze was filled with a kind of sorrow, as if she had stumbled upon an unacceptable truth, akin to discovering infidelity.
Sam found her emotions bewildering, yet not absurd when considering the storyline of the ga.
In the original story, this woman was depicted as desperately lacking love, not in the sense of male pursuit or affection, but in a nearly pathological obsession for feedback about herself from others.
That is, if she couldn’t receive sufficient feedback and feel the love she craved, she would beco extrely paranoid and dissatisfied.
This was why she killed ’Sam’ and kept his body under her bed, indifferent to its decomposition, just to feel his perpetual company.
Thus, even without establishing a romantic relationship, in her subconscious, Sam shouldn’t have any similar connections with other won; otherwise, she’d perceive it as betrayal.
This was a type of gentle and considerate behavior that bordered on pathological. It was an extre resistance driven by fear of deceit and abandonnt, evolving into such obsession and fervor.
"There’s nothing of the sort. She and I are just friends; we didn’t do anything weird." Sam pondered internally whether a footjob counted as sothing weird, of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to admit it.
Zoe’s gaze flickered, her ambiguous smile lingering. "Is that so? Then why does Sam look so guilty... even afraid to co close to ? Am I that frightening, or is Sam lying?"
"Why would I lie to Sister Zoe..."
"But then, what about the hickey on your neck?" she suddenly asked.
Sam was still thinking. Zoe should have noticed the hickey on his neck before, yet she never ntioned it. Why was that?
It seed she had deliberately ignored the hickey or perhaps the circumstances at the ti didn’t allow her to inquire about it. After all, Sam had just saved her, making it difficult for her to express any other emotions.
But now, having clearly seen Alice kissing Sam, she connected the dots.
In Zoe’s mind, a story ford.
It was about a seemingly more mature woman kissing Sam, leaving a hickey on his neck, and maintaining an inappropriate relationship with him.
Zoe was completely unaware of all this, and it appeared that Sam had enjoyed the other woman’s affection. Although it was the woman who initiated, Sam did not firmly stop her, akin to the behavior of a typical playboy.
Zoe stared intently at the hickey on Sam’s neck, a mark left by Angel.
Sam could even hear her murmuring to herself in a low voice, "Sam... I’ve told you not to trust other won, haven’t I? Why would you choose to kiss such a woman instead of getting closer to ? Sam... don’t leave , okay? Sam...
how can I make you behave? How can I make you behave?" Zoe’s eyes glazed over, lost in her emotions.
At this mont, Sam took a deep breath and looked at her, knowing he couldn’t delay any longer.
"This was left by soone else... not the sa woman from earlier."
"Soone else?!" Zoe was stunned, not expecting Sam to say such a thing.
Sam appeared helpless as he explained, "It was a classmate... Well, she hoped to establish a romantic relationship with , but I felt we were too different. So, even though she did this, I still refused her."
This explanation seed to make Zoe understand a bit better. It wasn’t that he was actively entangling himself with soone; it was others who were entangling themselves with him.
Indeed, how could a handso man like Sam not have admirers? It was only natural for him to have pursuers, especially among young girls, driven by an innate pursuit of beauty.
Wait, wasn’t that describing herself?
"So... was the woman downstairs earlier the sa?" Zoe asked tentatively.
Sam smiled helplessly. "Probably, but I also refused. I don’t wish to date anyone for the ti being. Until I figure out my life goals, I’m quite afraid of getting deeply hurt.
After all, relationships require responsibility, right? I don’t want to beco a playboy... I’m sorry for always hiding my true situation from Sister Zoe. I’m such a despicable person."
"How could that be, Sam? You’re not despicable at all..." She stepped forward, reaching out to gently touch Sam’s shoulder, as if to offer comfort.
But at that mont, because she reached out, she inadvertently revealed what she had been holding in her hand all along.
"Clang..." A sound echoed.
Both of their gazes turned to the floor.
A knife. A kitchen knife, used for chopping vegetables, had fallen to the ground.
Sam looked at Zoe with a stiff expression. Well, it really was a knife!
A kitchen knife, at that? Was she planning to chop Sam into pieces?
Zoe looked back at Sam with an awkward expression. "That... I was making a late-night snack earlier and forgot I had brought it with ..."
Sam certainly couldn’t believe this excuse, but he could only force a smile, more painful than crying. "Let’s not have late-night snacks anymore, it’s bad for your health...hehehe."
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