The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 97: I don’t more love you please stop forcing yourself on me

Chapter 97: I don’t more love you please stop forcing yourself on me

After being criticized, Maureen returned to her hotel room.

Because there were a total of seven girls, she ended up staying in a room alone.

She couldn’t find a washing machine in the hotel room, so she had to turn on the faucet herself, place her backpack in the bathtub, and squat down to clean it.

The hotel was tranquil, with chilly, gray marble floor tiles that were icy to the touch.

The light wasn’t as bright, only the lamp by the bed emitted a yellowish glow.

There were untouched magazines on the coffee table.

The curtains were tightly drawn shut. Everything seemed extremely quiet.

Maureen rolled up her sleeves to her elbows.

Since there was no laundry detergent, she squeezed some shower gel instead, vigorously washing the oily stains on the backpack.

Watching as the water in the bathtub gradually started to float with tiny orange oil spots.

Her face was reflected in the water, with a few loose strands of hair scattering around her cheeks.

In that instant, A strong thought suddenly crossed Maureen’s mind.

If only Liam was here.

The tall and broad Liam, with his red short hair, his appearance itself was as lively as the morning sun.

Suddenly, She missed Liam deeply. She wanted to send Liam a message, asking him his whereabouts.

She wanted to ask why he had disappeared for seven days.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

Adding Saturday night to the count, it’s been a bit over seven days.

Today is Maureen’s birthday, but not many people know about it, even Auntie Donald and her friends are unaware.

In the past, Maureen was adopted by her grandmother, and due to the adoption, the exact date of her birth was also unknown.

At that time, her grandmother casually chose a date for her.

It was only two years ago when she returned to the Smith family that she found out her actual birthday was the 24th of October.

Yet, even though she knew, it wasn’t reflected on her ID.

The Smith family changed the date on her ID to match Bianca’s, which is the 14th of October.

Maureen didn’t really care about whether she celebrated her birthday or not.

She didn’t have a precise concept of it, nor was she a person who placed importance on ceremonies.

What she was —— Missing Liam. Impulsively, Maureen turned on the tap, rinsing the foam off her hands and picked up her mobile phone.

She opened the Facebook with Liam, strongly wanting to send something to him.

Her feelings now were akin to the time when she messaged Liam for the first time, staring at the potted sapling, not knowing what to say.

The only difference was, she didn’t even glance at her potted plant this time.

Her purpose for getting close to him had unknowingly altered from merely wishing to exploit his good fortune, to wanting his warmth.

Or perhaps, she liked him.

As soon as the word "like" surfaced in her mind, Maureen’s heart began to rapidly pound.

Her blood rushed to every limb, causing her to impulsively wish to send a message one second, then retreat in fear the next as all sorts of negative emotions flooded in.

Maureen had never experienced such feelings before.

In the past, she thought she liked Richard, she worked hard to discover his preferences.

But Maureen found that unlike with Richard, she had yearnings and fears for Liam that were conspicuously absent before.

She hadn’t felt this losing sleep or nervousness when Richard didn’t pay attention to her.

Maureen wondered, if what she had for Richard was "like," then what is this stronger feeling she has now?

Or perhaps, back then, her feelings towards Richard were nothing but admiration and currying favor.

Maureen typed into WhatsApp,

"I miss you," then deleted it.

"Are you okay?" deleted.

"Where are you now?" deleted. All her messages were erased before they were even completed.

She no longer knew what she should say.

Maureen pondered for a long while, finally rubbing her head in confusion and frustration, she threw her phone aside, and continued to crouch down to wash her bag.

Just then, she heard a few screams coming from the room next door. It sounded like Noella’s voice, "Who threw my luggage away???"

The hotel rooms didn’t do the greatest job at blocking sounds.

The angry voices of a few girls came through,

"My shoes are gone, too. I saw some shoes in the gutter earlier that looked like mine, I thought they weren’t, but now they’re gone!"

"Was it Maureen?" "Maureen returned later than us."

"I’m so angry, let’s quickly go check the surveillance! I don’t even have a single piece of clothing for the freezing winter."

Then the girls left their rooms in a huff and headed for the hotel front desk.

Maureen was dumbfounded, instantly standing up, she inexplicably suspected that Liam had done this.

Such a brazen act of revenge, who else could it be if not Liam.

She stood still for a while, then suddenly heard some movement outside the door. Maureen immediately started walking towards the door—Could it be him?

Maureen didn’t even have time to look through the peephole and joyously rushed to open the door.

Standing outside was Richard. Maureen’s expression froze for a moment.

Somewhat surprised, Richard was holding a small cream cake in one hand and a bag in another, which looked like a gift.

Having known each other for two years, even being childhood friends, Richard knew her real birthday.

Seeing that it was him, her secretly harbored hope dimmed instantly.

Richard noticed the change in her facial expression, slightly furrowing his brows, he said, "Don’t take today’s incident to heart, those girls have already been scolded by Teacher Brown.

You should concentrate on your studies, if something like this happens again, directly tell the teacher or me—Let’s go, I will take you out to celebrate your birthday."

Just this one sentence, and Maureen realized that she and Richard weren’t headed the same way. Don’t take it to heart.

But some things couldn’t possibly not be taken to heart from her point of view. Richard was genuinely from a wealthy background, not lacking anything.

He would never imagine how much she wished for Smith’s family love and his admiration in the past.

Maureen’s face was pale, she opened her mouth as if to refuse, but then caught a glimpse of a familiar figure around the staircase corner.

Even though it was only a fleeting moment, Maureen’s heart skipped a beat and she almost subconsciously followed. ...

As she stepped out of the hotel, she found herself on a spacious tree-lined avenue.

The moonlight shed on the ground, cold and icy. Maureen stared hard at the familiar figure up ahead.

Under the moonlight, he stood tall and slim, the gaps in the tree shadows falling on him as he strode quickly forward.

Meanwhile, Maureen’s heart was pounding rapidly.

She was not mistaken on Thursday.

The person who came out of the director’s office was none other than Liam.

He had just dyed his hair black, she realized.

He came, but why did he walk away immediately? Liam thought he shouldn’t have shown up in the first place.

The moment he arrived, he saw those two at the entrance of the hotel room.

He stood in a corner, his fingers bone white.

Blood rushed to his head from his limbs, making his body feel overwhelmingly cold.

Although he had been mentally prepared to possibly see Maureen with Richard, he found that when faced with the reality, embarrassment overwhelmed him.