It seemed he was merely stating a fact; as long as he was present, she wouldn’t be able to buy it, clean and straightforward. Many elders around her had said that the new rich Sam Noah was formidable, and it seemed they hadn’t been wrong; this overwhelming presence was not something just anyone could possess.
Adaline wasn’t foolish; his words, though seemingly plain, were clearly a warning.
In any case, she had achieved her purpose and didn’t need to linger here. She smiled politely and said, “I’ll take my leave now; sorry for the disturbance!”
After saying that, she pulled the dazed Davis away.
Thelma looked at her husband with starry eyes, admiring how he had just exuded such a powerful aura, silencing the domineering Adaline with just one sentence. Oh, her husband was simply too handsome.
Sam Noah turned to look at her, meeting her sparkling gaze.
He couldn’t help but frown; what was with that adoring look?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Thelma had never thought of herself as a lovesick person, but every time she faced Sam Noah, she couldn’t help but feel infatuated. Just like now, she shook her head at him with starry eyes.
She looked a bit silly.
However, Sam Noah felt a bit shy; he turned his head to avoid her gaze, lightly coughed, and reminded her while squeezing her hand. Only then did Thelma come back to her senses, cursing herself for being silly, and turned to Samantha with concern, “Are you okay, sister?”
Samantha shook her head. Her gaze fell on Leon’s hand; when he had helped block the iron barrel, he had burned his hand, and a patch of skin was scorched.
“You’re hurt. Come in; I’ll help you disinfect it first.”
Though Samantha said this, her eyes were cautiously watching him, waiting for his response.
Leon thought for a moment and subtly nodded, stepping into the store first.
“Are you staying here for dinner before leaving?”
This was Samantha speaking to Sam Noah and Thelma. Thelma was about to answer when Sam Noah spoke first, “No need; we still have to pick up Tyler.”
Since Sam Noah had said so, Thelma naturally didn’t want to say anything more. Samantha didn’t insist, and the two left in the car.
Leon had already been led by a waiter to an empty private room. Samantha found the first aid kit and walked in, instructing him, “Give me your hand.”
He didn’t say a word, obediently extending his hand. Samantha hesitated for a moment before taking his hand to disinfect it with alcohol. A small patch of skin had been burned away, revealing raw flesh, and just looking at it made her wince. She frowned and asked him, “Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt,” the man replied expressionlessly.
After Samantha finished disinfecting him and applying some anti-inflammatory ointment, she organized the items back into the first aid kit and said, “Thank you for saving me.”
“Mm.”
“…”
This topic-ender was really… hard to communicate with. Samantha scratched her hair and said, “I’ll have someone make two dishes; you can stay here for dinner, okay?”
“Mm.”
Samantha then took the first aid kit and left. Meanwhile, Thelma finally remembered where she had seen Leon before and hurriedly called her sister.
Samantha was tying on an apron, preparing to cook. She took off her gloves to answer the phone, only to hear Thelma say, “Sister, I know who Leon is! He’s the guy who tried to kiss you in that alley next door when I was in the first year of middle school!”
Samantha: “…”
That must have been a rainy autumn day. Thelma was coming home from school with her little backpack when she passed that alley and saw two people leaning against the wall, seemingly doing something.
Upon closer inspection, oh my, the person being pinned against the wall was her sister! The boy was holding her sister’s hand tightly, pressing her against the wall. From her angle, it looked like he was trying to kiss her.
Thelma was afraid her sister was being bullied, so she picked up a long stick and ran over, shouting, “You scoundrel! Let go of my sister!”
As her sister’s boyfriend slowly turned his head to look over, Thelma had never seen such a terrifying gaze. It was cold, with a hint of crimson at the corners of his eyes. In that moment, she doubted whether she was facing a person or a beast on the verge of going wild.
