Chapter 507

Chapter 507

I had Shawn, Emma had Christopher, while May probably patched things up with Alfred. What about

Amy, then? Ian? No, that couldn't be.

I couldn't figure things out. When it was time for the next match, we were all noobs again. Curious,

Emma asked, "So who was helping you guys? Don't say you guys did it all by yourself."

'Shawn,' I said.

'Christopher,' said Emma.

'Alfred.' That was May.

'Troy,' Amy said.

'I thought you were in Europe,' said May. 'Why is Troy with you? Are you cheating?'

'Delivery's here. She's collecting it.'

That was from Troy. Well, that was surprising. I asked, 'So the fish took the bait?'

'Yep. Now we know she's not losing this battle.'

Just when we were about to lose, I handed my phone to Shawn so he could help us out, and then he

was the one playing all the matches after that. I rested my head on his shoulder, touching his cheek.

Sometimes I would even bite his ear, but he just let me do it.

Emma noticed that we weren't feeding the enemy anymore, and she said, 'Well, this lost all meaning.

Now I'm the only noob here. You guys are cheating. I can't believe you're asking your husbands to help

out. That's it. I'm out. See you tomorrow.'

'He's not my husband,' said Amy.

May added, 'We're all married here except you. And you're still single.'

Amy kept quiet after that. Once the match was over, she texted the group, 'He's not my husband, girls!'

Emma quickly said, 'Wrong chat.'

Amy deleted the message, but it was too late.

Ian texted, 'Who?'

Amy, Emma, Tracy, and I said nothing.

Ian kept asking, 'Where are you, Amy?'

Amy? He never called Amy that. He usually called her Eve. Ooh, he was mad.

I rested my head on Shawn's shoulder. "Everyone's texting the wrong groups today. She's getting it bad

tomorrow."

"She did it on purpose," said Shawn.

"Why?"

"She's telling Ian she's starting anew."

I believed that. Then I made a new group and added May, Emma, and Amy. It was a close friends

group, but Emma suddenly added Christopher to the group. Why is that girl taking him everywhere?

Well, then I'm doing this. I added Shawn to the group as well, then May added Alfred into this chat too.

However, the gentlemen were there just for show. Most of the texts were just us ladies chatting away.

…

Everyone knew May was a noob at mobile games. Alfred noticed someone yelling at her, and he

smiled. "Why don't I try it, May?"

He was surprised to receive her call. It was right before he left Bryxton. She said, "I forgive you, Alfred."

Shocked, Alfred asked, "Why?"

"It's not your fault."

It never was. Once she ended the call, May rushed to the manor to take care of him. She was gentle

with Alfred, but she also said firmly, "I refuse to see Abigail ever again. I might lose control and beat her

up."

"I know. I won't force you."

Alfred had never played a MOBA before, but he got the basics just by looking. Not too long after he

took over, he got the hang of the game, and his other teammates got a lot better as well. Ah, so the

gents have joined the game. Surprising. Never thought they'd play this game, and they're being

competitive too. Better not lag behind.

Then Alfred realized he was also one of the guys he never thought would play this kind of game, and

he was amused.

The guys kept going after the enemies, trying to see who could get the most kills. Fortunately, they won

the game. May stepped in later, but she couldn't even put up a fight. In the end, Alfred had to take over

again. She took a shower and came back out just in time to see Emma's text. She texted back, then

leaned on Alfred. "I just don't understand why everyone likes someone like me. I'm useless."

She's insecure again. Alfred wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Alba likes you. Rudy likes you,

and I like you too. There's something in you. I can't tell you what it is in concrete terms. Love is

abstract, but if you really need an answer, then the reason is that I love you because you are you. Not

because you're brilliant or rich or beautiful or talented. Because you're gentle. Because you're

independent. And because you're smoking hot."

May's face fell. "You're teasing me again."

Alfred happily kissed her and rubbed her cheeks. "You're a good singer, a good painter, and you know

how to run a tea shop. Those are your good points. You're not useless. You just think your talents are

nothing compared to mine, but you're just thinking too highly of me. I'm not as good as you think I am.

I'm just a regular man who wishes for love and affection. But I'd love it even more if you would have my

child."

Alfred was talking about their future.

Meanwhile, Amy knew Troy would go to Denmark for an event. She saw it on his wall, but she didn't go

with him. With excitement in her heart, she texted, 'I'm in Switzerland, Troy.'

'What's up?'

'I saw your status. You're coming to Switzerland, aren't you? Want to come and see me? Um, I know

it's a bit too much to ask from a fan. Sorry.'

Amy was in Finland, not Switzerland. She only said she was so he would come to see her. It would be

a bit awkward the other way around.

'Sure, I'll come.' And they stopped chatting for a while. An hour ago, he texted, 'Where are you, Amy?'

'In an Airbnb. Why?'

'Give me your location. I'm coming.'

Amy was in a match when Troy came, and she took the door. "Got you a glass of warm water. Make

yourself at home. I'll have to finish this match first."

She spoke like it was natural to have a man alone in the same space as her. Troy blushed. Does she

even know the implication of this invitation? Or is she doing it on purpose? He took his scarf and hat

off, then he sat beside her to watch her play. Whoa, she's a noob. I'm not surprised she's trash-talked.

"Do you know how to play this?" asked Amy.

"Yeah. Let me help." He took her phone. Troy didn't play a lot of games, but he was familiar with this

one.

Amy looked at Troy closely. He was in casual attire, and he looked lively. He was the perfect height for

her. At least she didn't feel suffocated whenever she was with him.

His hair was curly. Obviously, he had it styled, and he looked handsome. "Just came back from an ad

shoot?"

"No. Video shoot."

Amy blurted, "You have a regal look. Handsome too. I can look at you all day. You're perfect for a

movie, just like Renee."

Troy looked at her. "You like it?"

Confused, Amy asked, "Like what?" Him, or his looks?

A smile curled Troy's lip. "Nothing."

He went back to the game, and the delivery arrived a while later. She went to collect it and came back

shortly after. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah. You go ahead without me."

She finished her meal and came back to see Emma saying something along the line of husbands.

Quickly, she took the phone from Troy. 'He's not my husband!'

Renee then created another group.

Amy mused over it and looked at Troy. "They added their husbands into the group. I think I shouldn't

add you just yet." Just yet. That was suggestive of Amy.

Troy grunted. "It's alright."

He leaned against the couch. Amy thought, I'm his fan, so I shouldn't give him the cold shoulder. She

sat on the ground and rested her chin on the couch, staring at Troy. "Why did you come here?"

"Because you asked me to?"

Amy stammered, "O-Oh, right. I did. I-I texted you, didn't I? S-Sorry I disturbed you." Why am I

nervous?

Troy looked at her. "So, are you glad I'm here?"

"Yep. You're my idol." Amy hatched a plan just to court Troy, and he finally took the bait. She did like

him. She wouldn't have gone after him otherwise. Amy looked at him with love in her eyes. "It's been

two years since I first saw you."

Troy stared right back at her, smiling. "I thought you only became my fan recently."

Like a child, she shook her head. "No. I first saw you when I went back home." Then, she did

something bold. She kissed his cheek, much to his surprise. Happily, she said, "I've known you for two

years. All I felt for you was affection, until now. Now… I love you."

A frown furrowed Troy's forehead, and he purred, "Do you know what you're saying?"

She muttered, "Are you mad?"

Troy didn't want to scare her. She looked so timid. Then, he held the back of her head and pressed his

lips against hers, but to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck and huddled closer to him.

Troy thought he was being teased.

Amy wasn't a good kisser, but this wasn't her first kiss. That belonged to Ian, though that was the only

kiss she had ever gotten. Amy leaned back with a smile, then she bit his chin. "I'm a fan, Troy. A new

fan. But now I want to be…"

"My girlfriend?" Troy asked with a smile.