The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 89: Dyeing your hair black won’t make her love you

Chapter 89: Dyeing your hair black won’t make her love you

After taking a bath, Maureen curled up in the blanket, deep in thought but still unable to figure things out.

She didn’t have the mental energy to review her lessons anymore and couldn’t help but send a Whatsapp message to Josephine: "Do boys also have those few days each month when they’re in a bad mood too?"

Josephine: "What happened?"

"We originally planned with Liam to watch a movie, but he suddenly said he was tired and wanted to watch it another time."

Maureen began to rapidly type on her smartphone, wishing she could tell Josephine everything that had happened that afternoon.

"What’s up with him?

Does he hate me or did he think the stories about Richard and Laurel were boring and didn’t want to listen anymore?

Didn’t I share my past experiences after getting to know his circle of friends?"

"Did he regret having me join him as his ’little brother?’

He keeps emphasizing that I should stop calling him ’boss.’..." As Maureen continued typing, she became more indignant: "How could he just go back on his decision after accepting someone as a ’little brother?’

Where’s the honesty in that? Isn’t he a man?!"

After a slight delay, Josephine responded with a voice message: "A guy who gets sleepy within three minutes, that’s not right."

Maureen: "..." Josephine: "By the way, I’ve noticed something."

Maureen: "What’s that?" Josephine was about to type something but suddenly said, "Maureen, have you noticed...

Lately, all the topics you’ve been talking to me about are about Liam.

Isn’t it odd, you’ve also had a lot of contact with Niel and Drake recently after your class changed?

Yet it seems like you mention Liam to me the most."

"Check your chat history yourself."

This message suddenly popped up in the chat box, catching Maureen off guard and making her heart race.

"Huh?" ... She stared blankly at these words, her heart suddenly pounding, blood rushing to her brain as quickly as lightning striking flint.

The feeling was hard to describe, as if her crown was cracked open in an instant, struck by lightning.

For a brief moment, her consciousness and thoughts were entirely blank.

With Josephine’s reminder, she realized, had she been paying too much attention to Liam recently?!

During class, she would look at him and was even criticized by Teacher Logan.

Today, when she heard him say that even if Niel’s quilt was soaked, he would provide him a place to stay, she felt a fleeting sense of loss—why the hell was she feeling disappointed?

Mr. Logan had known Williams for years which was far longer than her, wasn’t it normal?

Also, when she saw Liam holding breakfast under the dormitory building one morning, and heard that he had only come to pick up his tens of thousands of dollars worth jacket, she felt as if she’d been doused with a bucket of cold water—why should she have that emotional shift?!

Maureen sat up in her quilt, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her phone, suddenly not knowing how to react. She just felt parched.

Whatever Josephine said next, Maureen had no interest in listening.

She hugged her phone, her mind drifting in confusion. ...

Meanwhile, Liam lay despairingly on his bed staring at the ceiling, once again suffering from insomnia.

He couldn’t sleep, and didn’t dare to.

In the past, he would force himself to sleep with the thought that ’Little Mask likes him’, enduring many nightmare-filled nights.

But now, Maureen also didn’t like him.

The nightmare came back again.

Niel started a group chat on Whatsapp and added Drake.

Both sent comforting messages. Niel: "Liam, what are you doing?

Have you used the candlelight dinner idea we taught you?" Drake: "Get rid of the word ’we’, candlelight dinner?

What kind of out-of-date thing is that? Using this strategy would only make Maureen question Liam’s taste."

Niel: "Liam, just because Maureen doesn’t like you now, it doesn’t mean she won’t fall for you in the future! Life is long, who knows what might happen?!

Drake, instead of raining on our parade, you should think of ways to make Maureen fall for Liam!"

Drake weighed in: "Want to hear my opinion?

My opinion is that Maureen likes Richard, and Liam and Richard are completely different in types.

The failure rate of stealing someone’s lover is very high."

"Dyeing your hair black won’t do much, the personality gap is too big."

Liam lay in bed with tears, deep down he didn’t really believe that there was a possibility that Maureen would like him, but seeing Drake’s words, he immediately got riled up.

He turned over, got up, and sent a strong curse.

"Brown, you pessimist, your mouth can’t spit out ivory (something good), forcing me to fall out with you! Today Maureen even actively invited me to watch a movie. :D" Drake: "You won’t listen to the advice that goes against your liking.

If only you had listened to my advice earlier, stabilized your mentality, and not express your feelings too hastily, you wouldn’t have ended up like this.

She invited you to the movies just because she felt awkward after visiting your house, perhaps to ease the atmosphere.

Can’t you ever learn from past mistakes?"

Liam: " Drake was damn right.

It seemed like Liam indeed invited him to the movies just to ease the awkwardness.

Moreover, any movie she picked was one she had watched with Richard.

Liam’s heart was shattered into pieces, and he listlessly crawled back into the bed like a cold winter breeze.

He didn’t pay attention to what strategies Niel and Drake concocted next, he just laid there, looking out the window, eyes wide open in the sleepless night.

Gradually, a hazy light peeked in from outside the curtains.

Dawn had arrived. Liam’s eyes had dark circles around them, making him look like a panda.

The clock struck five in the morning, and the result of not sleeping for a second was a throbbing headache.

Liam got up, washed his face with cold water, and went out to buy breakfast. ... When Maureen woke up around seven, she noticed different breakfast items placed on top of the microwave.

It seemed as if Liam had gotten up and then returned to his room.

Liam was always in low spirits every morning.

Even when he was in a good mood, pompous and boastful, he’d continue to sleep during the first two classes at school with a grim expression, making people wonder if he ran ten thousand meters in his dreams, chased by a dog.

Maureen figured that he was probably still asleep, so she quietly moved around, careful not to disturb him.

She got ready, put on a black down jacket planning to head out, but when she got to the entrance and noticed the dull grey and blacks on her, she thought that since she was going to meet Aunt Donald today, it would be better to change into something brighter - Aunt Donald once commented that for a young girl like her, she always dressed too drab.

Maureen didn’t want Mr and Mrs. Donald to think that she was not doing well.

Hesitating for a moment, she returned to her room and changed into the other pink jacket she had brought yesterday.

Liam was absent-mindedly building Gunpla on the sofa in his room.

When he heard some noise outside, he quickly glanced up.

Through the slightly ajar room door, he could see Maureen passing by outside.

He noticed her leave, return, change into a more attractive outfit, and head out again after closing her door.

Liam was pondering over how he should step out to greet her, and what excuse he could use to encourage her to come home early for dinner.

Bitterly, Liam mused, "A candlelit dinner may seem cliché, but it might just work..."

Caught in his thoughts, he suddenly heard Maureen’s soft footsteps heading towards his room.

His mind, previously cluttered with various thoughts, was instantly cleared.

He nervously threw off his blanket, jumped onto his bed, and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. ...

Maureen noticed that Liam’s room door was not fully closed, so she tremendously walked closer.

"Mr. Williams?" she spoke softly, gently knocking on the door.

There was no response.

Through a crack by the door, Maureen noticed that most of Liam’s dark green and white striped quilt had fallen onto the ground.

She quietly crept in.

Liam was asleep, lying with his back to her, only a small part of the quilt covering him.

It seemed like he had fallen asleep in a hurry, his upper body clad in a white short-sleeved shirt, his lean arms visible.

If he slept without a blanket, his cold might worsen by tomorrow.

Maureen picked up the blanket from the floor, struggling to pull it back onto him.

Fearing that she might wake him up, Maureen moved especially slowly.

After pulling the blanket halfway up, she moved to the window side and continued pulling.

Therefore, her gaze inevitably landed on his face. Liam had his eyes tightly closed, lips firmly pressed together.

With his eyelashes trembling violently, one would wonder if he was having a nightmare.

A lock of his red, short hair rebelliously curled on his forehead.

Without realizing it, Maureen pulled up the blanket and stood there, blankly staring at him.

His lips, tightly pressed, bore some whitish and cracked traces, perhaps due to an unfinished cold or insufficient hydration.

In sleep, the fierceness in his eyes dissipated, and the small mole at the corner of his right eye, somewhat, tempered his volatility, adding an element of delicate youthfulness.

Unexpectedly, she had to admit that the arrogant Liam was quite handsome.

By the time she came back to her senses, Maureen found herself lingering over Liam’s face and lips numerous times!

Aware of this, her body stiffened, and words of Josephine from the previous night sprung to her mind.

WhatsApp chat search record — ’Liam’ appeared in 1096 entries.

Over a thousand entries! Maureen was astounded after her search last night; she hadn’t noticed before!

Swallowing, Maureen’s cheeks unconsciously began to heat up.

Feeling guilty as a thief would, she did not dare to look any further, retreated a step, lightly and quietly left Liam’s room. ...

Backpack on her shoulders, Maureen boiled some water in the living room, left a note saying, "Remember to drink warm water," and quickly left.

The room quickly went silent. Liam held his breath, nearly unable to draw in air, and he took a deep breath before slowly opening his eyes.

She didn’t like him, yet she still covered him with a blanket.

He didn’t want her to call him ’Liam’, nor ’Boss’, but when she obediently started calling him ’ Mr. Liam Williams’, he found himself flustered.

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