The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 102: see you tomorrow

Chapter 102: see you tomorrow

Maureen suddenly realized that she was speaking as tartly as if she had bitten into a green apple, leaving her a bit embarrassed and unnatural.

She quickly changed the subject.

"Wait, let me find the room key."

She opened the door and inserted the room key into the wall slot.

The lights came on and the air conditioner began humming.

Following her, Liam bent over to put a large suitcase of gifts on the floor by the wall.

Realizing he had actually entered Maureen’s hotel room, presuming the girl’s bed must be covered with clothes and such, Liam’s ear turned slightly red, he dared not look further inside.

He stiffly returned to the door, his tall frame nearly reaching the doorframe, completely blocking the outside sunlight.

"What exactly is the gift?"

Maureen couldn’t help but squat down to open the presents as soon as she took off her coat. Liam’s heart skipped a beat.

He hurried over and pushed down on the giftbox, "Little mask, you’re too impatient. Why couldn’t you wait until I left to open it?

I’m still here–" Before he could finish his sentence, they both realized their distance was a bit too intimate.

They could feel each other’s body temperature, transmitted through the clothes and a thin layer of air.

Maureen squatted there, small and curled up. Liam, bent over from her top, holding down the box.

If he lowered his body a bit more, his chin would touch the top of her head.

What would it feel like for his chin to touch a girl’s hair?

It should be very soft, like colliding with silk.

Liam looked down at her and saw her upright and fair nose.

Her thin sweater settled on her back, outlining her delicate spine.

Her black hair hung down, carrying a hint of shampoo scent.

So, so adorable.

Liam’s throat bobbed, feeling as if the tip of his heart was being gently brushed by her long hair, which caused a tingling sensation.

Meanwhile, Maureen’s fingers were curling into the shape of prying open the lid of the box she was holding.

She sat there staring at Liam’s silhouette, sensing the hormones of the boy behind her and his burning body.

His black down jacket’s zipper was undone. The dry aroma of pine seemed to burrow into her nostrils, a warmth enveloping her from head to toe.

Maureen felt somewhat dizzy, her body rigid.

If this had been before she realized her feelings for him, she could have been candid with him.

She could approach him freely and openly.

However, once she became aware of her feelings, every moment of contact felt like a guilty mouse stealing oil.

Would he notice her awkwardness and discover her feelings for him? Her heart pounded against her throat.

Quickly, she shifted to the side and extracted herself from his hovering form.

Maureen’s movements were slightly comical. She staggered and almost fell, but Liam quickly steadied her.

But within this stifling atmosphere filled with tension and heat, both of them didn’t focus on those details.

Liam hurriedly let go of her wrist, his ears reddening. He turned away, not knowing where to let his gaze fall, finally settling on the ceiling,

"The ceiling... the color is quite nice."

Maureen: "..." Liam stuttered, "Well, well I... I should go first." — Is he really leaving just like that?

Maureen looked at him, her eyes pensive: "Mhm..." Liam tried to leave, but he found himself rooted to the spot as his gaze fell on Maureen.

Maureen licked her dry lips and looked up at him, her gaze landing on the shadow cast by his handsome eyebrows.

She made no move to rush him.

The air once again fell into awkward silence.

Suddenly, both spoke at the same time. Maureen: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Liam: "Would you like to have a meal together tomorrow?" Maureen: "You go ahead and speak first." Liam: "No, you go ahead." Maureen: " Liam: " Their words clashed unexpectedly, and the air became even more awkward.

Both quickly turned their heads to the side, their faces turning the color of ripe tomatoes.

Liam, pretending to study the door frame next to him as if trying to figure out whether it was made of composite material or steel, inserted his hands into his pockets.

He attempted to maintain a cool appearance, seeming indifferent: "Tomorrow is Sunday, right? I happen to have something around here.

If you’re free, would you like to have some lunch together?"

With that, Liam came up with an excuse, "Ah, Little Mask, don’t overthink it.

This young master happened to have something nearby and just remembered that I haven’t treated my deskmate to a meal yet.

I’m always generous with my past deskmates, always treating them to meals."

Maureen felt she was losing her mind.

She noticed holes in Liam’s words - since when did he have a deskmate who he treated to meals?

Yet, she was too flustered to consider these inconsistencies.

Her mind racing, she quickly agreed, "Yes."

Seeing that Maureen hadn’t made a sound for a while, Liam assumed she was going to refuse.

He was contemplating bringing up Niel or someone else: "Or maybe we could invite Josephine and Niel—" But before he could finish, he heard Maureen agree.

She agreed?!

To have a meal alone! She agreed. In all the time they’d known each other, they’d never had a meal together alone or done anything on their own; Niel and others were always the third wheels.

This was a first. Liam’s mouth almost curved up to the sky as he quickly glanced at Maureen.

Maureen maintained her happy smile and looked back at him.

Like someone got shocked, Liam quickly turned his head away, resuming his aloof demeanor.

"Um, in that case, let’s keep in touch through Whatsapp tomorrow."

Maureen thought in her heart, having a meal alone could round up to be a date, so she immediately agreed without hesitation,

"Okay!" Liam stared at her in astonishment.

Why was Little Mask agreeing so readily and joyfully?! Liam’s mind heated up, almost making him think again that Maureen liked him.

Learning from the experience of unwarranted affection last time, he dared not think about this point so easily anymore.

Anyway, as long as she didn’t like Richard, that would be progress - Liam was already very satisfied in his heart. Liam: "Then, I’m leaving." Liam found himself a bit foolish after saying this.

He had mentioned his departure twice within ten minutes, yet he was still loitering around. It was as if everyone could see through his intentions.

A flush of embarrassment crossed his face as he took two steps backward and walked out of the door.

Then he waved to Maureen: "No need to see me off."

Maureen’s phrase "I’ll accompany you down" was immediately swallowed back down her throat.

That’s right, Liam is a big boy who’s 1.88 meters tall, would he even encounter any danger going down a flight of stairs? Her sending him down would be a little too obvious.

So, Maureen suppressed the shyness in her heart, held onto the door frame, nodded, and softly said,

"See you tomorrow."