One night stand with my president(chapter 425)

Chapter 425: Someone Bullies the Girl I Like

Even though Sam insisted it wasn't necessary, Joyce insisted on getting a doctor to tend to the cuts on his face.

As the doctor applied the medicine, he frowned and said, "Young people are really impulsive, out here fighting in the middle of the night. It's just wrong."

"I had no choice," Sam replied. "Someone wanted to bully the girl I like."

The doctor glanced at Joyce, then asked, "Is it her?"

"Yes."

"Well, though I don't condone fighting, I have to. admit that you're a real man."

Sam smiled faintly, but the movement pulled at the cut on his lip, making him wince in pain.

They were speaking in Daltoria language, which Joyce couldn't understand, so she asked, "What did you two talk about?"

"Nothing much, just explaining the reason I was fighting," Sam said.

Joyce didn't know exactly what Sam had said, but she wasn't in the mood to care.

After the doctor finished treating Sam and gave him some instructions, he left.

Joyce looked at the bruises on Sam's face, and guilt started to settle in her heart.

She had already caused him so much pain before.

And now, in Daltoria, Sam was injured again because of her.

Even though it seemed Callan had been hurt worse, Callan couldn't be compared to Sam.

"Why the long face?" Sam said, sensing her guilt.

"I'm fine, really. It's just a minor scratch."

"But you shouldn't have had even this minor injury in the first place," Joyce said with a sigh.

"And not to mention, the injuries from before..."

Sam's eyes dimmed.

He knew what she meant.

Today's incident was nothing compared to what happened before.

Joyce didn't need to carry the weight of that much guilt.

But the truth was, this situation just made her think of what had happened when he almost died.

Sam sighed deeply and said, "I think I've told you this before, but it seems you're still not over it, so I want to remind you again. Joyce, neither the past nor today is your fault."

Joyce's heart fluttered.

He called her by the name.

She hadn't expected him to call her that.

Before, he always called her "Miss Monroe," polite and distant.

But today, he said her name, and it felt more intimate.

Her ears turned pink.

Sam, realizing his slip, cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought after everything we've been through, we should be friends, right?"

"It's alright," Joyce quickly said, "You're not offending me. You can call me by my name from now on."

"Alright," Sam smiled faintly, "Then you can call me Sam from now on."

Sam thought back to the time when he had found Harrison frustrating for not confessing his feelings to Adeline. Now that he was in the same position, he understood Harrison's hesitation.

Because he cared so much, he was afraid to say the words.

Sam had been a carefree ladies' man, effortlessly charming and full of sweet words, but now, facing Joyce, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

He didn't even know when he had fallen for her.

At first, when he realized Joyce liked him, he wanted to refuse and distance himself from her.

But now, he realized he had fallen for Joyce, and he wondered when he had started to love her.

Maybe it was after she left.

The door suddenly swung open.

Sam turned his head to see Harrison.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, looking at his face.

"That's some serious bruising, huh?"

"It's nothing," Sam said stubbornly. 

"Besides, that guy's worse off than me."

"Yeah, you're really something," Harrison replied, his tone flat.

Sam gritted his teeth, annoyed by his dismissive tone.

"Is Adeline asleep?" Joyce asked, standing up.

"Yeah."

Sam-suddenly said, "Joyce, you should head back" to the hotel and rest."

Then he turned to Harrison, asking, "Can you send two people to make sure she gets back safely?"

Although the hotel was close to the hospital, Sam was still worried after what had just happened.

Harricon naturally  wouldn't refuse even without the connection to Sam, Joyce was still Adeline's best friend.

"It's not necessary," Joyce said. "I'm fine."

"It is," Sam insisted. "Even without Callan, you should be careful in a foreign country."

Joyce couldn't argue, so she nodded reluctantly.

Harrison sent a text to the security guards outside the hospital.

And soon, Joyce was on her way.

Harrison sat down opposite Sam and asked,

"What do you want to talk about?"

Sam smirked, asking, "How did you know I wanted to talk to you?"

"Come on, don't act like I don't know you."

They had been together since they were kids, and Harrison knew him better than anyone.

Sam had asked Joyce to go back to the hotel, which meant he wanted to talk to Harrison alone.

"You really do know me..." Sam said, but the movement made his lip injury sting again, causing him to take a sharp breath.

Harrison shot him a look, clearly unimpressed, and Sam said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you, this is a badge of honor."

"Sure, whatever you say," Harrison replied again, unenthusiastically. Sam felt deflated,

"Actually," he began, "I wanted to talk about Joyce."

"Changed your mind already?" Harrison asked.

"Yeah, I did, but we're still just friends."

Harrison nodded, understanding.

"I know she used to like me, but I don't know if she still does." Sam lowered his gaze.

"Tonight, when we had dinner, I felt like she was pulling away from me. It wasn't obvious, but I could feel it."

"Liking someone isn't that easy to change,"

Harrison said. "But you, from the past, are a different story."

Sam sighed deeply.

"When you bring up my past, I feel like I'm doomed. I've had so many girlfriends before-how do I even deserve someone like her? Even though she had an ex, at least he took their relationship seriously. I... I didn't."

Harrison patted him on the shoulder, "Yeah, you, indeed, didn't deserve r her."

Sam felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.

He shot Harrison a resentful look, "I came to you for advice, not to have you stab me in the back."

"I am trying to help you," Harrison said. "I just want you to realize that you can't change the past. Instead of running from it, face it head on. If you truly like her, you can't lie to her, right?"

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