"Amelia, youâve risked everything to take this biggest step forward. It pains me," Liam Woody gently held the person in arms and sighed, "But after all, itâs my cowardice that caused this."
Liam Woody didnât know Mair Williams well enough, but last night, he vaguely felt that if he didnât make a decision now, he might never have the chance again.
Her pretending to be drunk and kissing him fiercely made him feel her inner emotions at that time; she had been pursuing him for so long, she genuinely liked him.
Mair Williamsâs expression changed slightly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved up; she noticed the change in how Liam Woody addressed her.
He called her, Amelia.
"Donât get too happy too soon, but I still have to criticize you," Liam Woody pinched Mair Williamsâs smiling face, and said sternly, "Itâs fine to use strategies, but if itâs a losing game, itâs foolish. Youâre usually so smart, but when itâs time to use your intelligence, do you only know how to resort to Beauties Trick?"
"Beauties Trick also relies on intelligence to come up with, okay?" Mair Williams was displeased, "Are you looking down on my intelligence?"
"Beauties Trick relies on the face, not on intelligence," Liam Woody earnestly explained, "Last night, if it was another man, you would have been at a loss, get it?"
"Another man?" Mair Williams glared, "Who else in the world would need me to go to such lengths to chase? Other men? With other men, isnât it that theyâll follow just by me beckoning with a finger? Itâs only you, this blockhead, thatâs so hard to deal with, okay?"
After finishing her retort to Liam Woody, Mair Williams then curiously followed with another question, "If you knew I was pretending to be drunk last night, why did you still... you know?"
"Because I knew you were pretending to be drunk, thatâs why I took you," Liam Woody raised his hand and patted Mair Williamsâs head, "If you were really drunk last night, no matter how capable you were, I wouldâve tied you up to keep you in line. Taking advantage of you while youâre drunk, thatâs taking advantage of the situation, itâs because I knew you were pretending, knew that you were sober, knew that you were fully aware of what you were doing, thatâs why I took you."
"If it didnât happen, youâd be a gentleman," Mair Williams complimented Liam Woody.
"If I werenât a gentleman, would you still be able to sit here and laugh with me? Youâd have been in some corner, crying pitifully," Liam Woody laughed, "If I werenât a gentleman, I would have half-heartedly agreed to be with you when you were pursuing me. Youâre a star, beautiful, and rich, dating you is a win-win. If I were a bit more cunning, I could gain both wealth and beauty, scam you out of everything and then easily kick you to the curb."
"..." Mair Williams hummed, raising her eyebrows, "That just shows that Mair Williams has good taste! Itâs because you are a gentleman that I fell for you. If you werenât, I might not have given you a second glance! People all have a bit of a masochistic streak, the harder something is to get, the more they want it. Maybe if you had gotten together with me early on, Iâd have tired of you in just two days, and you wouldnât have had the chance to scam wealth or beauty before I bid you goodbye."
Liam Woody felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest; this really wasnât a pleasant topic of conversation.
"Maybe itâs precisely because you always ignored me, I kept thinking, thinking all day long, and the more I thought, the more I liked you," Mair Williams nodded, "Maybe thatâs the theory."
Liam Woody got up, took Mair Williamsâs hand, and left the bedroom, "Letâs go eat."