The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 106 Don't You Like Mc?

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Without the boost of being a top scorer in the SATS, her scholarship was completely lost.

Moreover, the feeling of being overshadowed was making her uneasy.

It felt as if something she was certain she would win had been abruptly snatched away by someone else.

When Elias saw Emily's academic transcript, he displayed a fatherly smile and said, "Emily, how did you get so smart? You scored over 700 points! You must be the highest scorer this year, right?" If Elias hadn't brought it up, it would have been fine. Now, it only made her feel more frustrated.

"No, I'm second. The person in first place scored a perfect score."

A perfect score?

Elias remembered that aside from Finley, who had scored a perfect score once, no one else had achieved it. Who was so outstanding this year to get a perfect score?

He asked curiously, "Who is this year's top scorer?"

"I don't know her. She's a woman named Samantha."

Samantha?

No wonder they say you have to be cut from the same cloth to be on the same level. Samantha actually got a perfect score?

She and Finley are indeed a perfect match.

He, completely unaware of Emily's discomfort, said with a smile, "Emily, I happen to know this woman. Would you like to meet her? Maybe she can share her secrets for getting a perfect score?" Is he mocking me? Emily shorted coldly.

In frustration, she kicked him out of her room and then lay down on her bed.

Elias was stunned. Did I say something wrong?

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Chapter 106 Don't You Like Me?

At the lively Dean Residence, Daphne gathered everyone to celebrate Samantha becoming the top scorer. Samantha and Finley sat among the crowd, enjoying cake together.

Samantha had cream all over her face, and Finley, sitting beside her, affectionately lifted his hand to wipe it off.

Seeing that he was still wearing his mask and hadn't touched the cake, she realized he wasn't comfortable in this environment.

She stood up, took the cake in front of Finley, and wheeled him back to the room. After closing and locking the door, she went to his side and removed his mask. "Now it's just the two of us in this room. You don't need to wear a mask anymore." Finley remained silent.

Samantha took a piece of cake on a fork and fed it to him.

"Is it sweet?" Finley looked at Samantha with deep eyes and murmured in response.

Samantha leaned closer to him. "Let me try."

With that, she discarded the piece of cake from her hand, sat on his lap, and kissed him.

Finley wasn't sure how he should respond.

After a moment, they separated. She reached out to unbutton his shirt, but Finley grabbed her wrist. "Samantha, stop."

Samantha blinked. "Why? Don't you like me?"

"I do, but..."

He felt he wasn't worthy of her, at least not at this moment.

Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck. "Finley, I remember when I was making a wish while blowing out the candles, you said you would fulfill whatever wish I made. So now, I'm telling you my wish: I want to be your woman. Please, don't reject me." Samantha knew that Finley was very insecure, so she made sure to provide him with ample reassurance. She wanted him to understand that she....