Chapter 4 _ Rushing Home

When Helen finished packing a few of her clothes, she placed the medicine in her bag and prepared to leave the room. Tasha arrived and seemed shocked to see Helen already set to leave the hostel.

"Helen, where on earth are you rushing off to?" Tasha asked, blocking Helen's path.

"Tasha, I don't have time to explain. I have to hurry home. It's urgent," Helen replied, pushing past Tasha and dashing out of the room.

"Fine. Call me when you get home, and be careful out there," Tasha said as Helen hurried away.

"Alright," Helen replied. She made her way out of the hostel, carrying a black school bag on her shoulder, wearing a pair of black shoes and her blue dress. She walked out of the women's hostel and headed off the university grounds.

As Helen continued trekking across campus, Samuel spotted her. He had been searching for her. Though it was a bet, he couldn't help wanting to speak with her.

He called out, "Helen!"

Helen froze and turned to see Samuel hurrying toward her.

"What is it? What do you want from me?" Helen asked impatiently. She was in a hurry to get to the hospital. She couldn't believe that this bad boy was as brilliant as Mrs. Katherine had claimed.

Helen wondered, *Did Samuel pay Mrs. Katherine to hype him?*

Helen knew how influential Samuel was, and she didn't want to get close to him. Even senior female students longed for his attention.

"Where are you off to with a bag? Are you going home?" Samuel asked, his brows furrowing as he wondered where Helen was running off to.

"Stay away from me, Samuel!" Helen warned, attempting to flee again, but Samuel caught her right hand and pulled her back against his chest. Her body unexpectedly pressed against his hard frame, sending shivers down her spine.

No man had ever touched Helen like that—not even her older brothers. Her immediately older brother, Patrick, was ten years older than her. She was her mother's last child, a baby they hadn't expected to have after eighteen years of marriage. So while Helen was twenty-one, her older brother Patrick was thirty-one, and her mother, Rosemary, was fifty-eight.

"Stay away from me, Samuel! I'm warning you!" Helen slapped him after her chest had pressed against his.

Samuel's body was as hard as a rock as he felt the weight of Helen's large breasts pressed against him. He caressed his left cheek, smiling as he watched her run away.

He imagined how she would feel beneath him, naked. He was no saint. Smiling, he noticed other medical students in their department watching to see if he would retaliate after she slapped him. But he left without saying a word or hurting her back.

"I can't believe Samuel Kingston actually let that chubby girl go. Why is he obsessed with chasing after that plus-sized girl?" some female students gossiped among themselves.

Meanwhile, John had just stepped out of the university cafeteria when he saw Helen slap Samuel for holding her hand, and Samuel did nothing to retaliate.

"Samuel is wasting his time and his bet on Helen. He should get ready to pay me my ten million," John said with a smile. He thought of other ways to get his revenge on Helen and went back to the men's dormitory to find Samuel.

"Samuel, I can't believe you let Helen leave after she publicly humiliated you and slapped you in front of the other medical students. Why didn't you slap her back?" John asked loudly as he barged into the room.

Alex and Eric stared at John in shock.

"What? Helen did what? That chubby nerd? What's wrong with her? Samuel, how could you let Helen humiliate you publicly and just let her leave?" Eric asked, his voice laced with irritation.

Samuel smiled as he took off his white top and sniffed it. The fabric was filled with Helen's lavender scent.

"What do you want me to do? Grab Helen and slap her back? Don't forget, I have a bet with John, and I'm not going to raise my hand against a woman," Samuel replied bluntly, turning to look at his friends, who stared at him in shock.

"The deal is to get Helen, and I will get her. It's only a matter of time," Samuel said with a smile, and his three roommates glared at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"I would have slapped Helen back if I were the one she humiliated like that in public. I still don't see what fascinates you about that chubby nerd. She's not a genius, either; she hasn't even created any medicine or anything. She's just book-smart, yet as poor as a church mouse," Eric spat. Alex sighed and patted his back.

"Just let them handle the bet. You don't have to drag Helen's family background into it. It's not her fault she was born into a poor home," Alex said. He came from an average family before his father became wealthy and didn't like to look down on anyone.

Eric glared at Alex. "Have you suddenly developed a soft spot for Helen too? I can't believe you've fallen for her charm. Get lost!" Eric stormed out of the room, and the three remaining men sighed.

"John, the bet is still on until next year. If I fail, I'll pay you. But if I win, get ready to pay me," Samuel said with a smirk.

"Hmm. I'd like to see you lose. How about we raise it to a fifteen-million bet?" John asked with a smirk, and Alex's eyes widened in shock.

"What? Are you guys crazy? What makes you think Helen will agree? What if she never agrees, Samuel? Are you willing to lose fifteen million over this? Where would you even get that kind of money? Do you plan to ask your father?" Alex asked, his voice filled with concern as he stood up from his bed and stepped between John and Samuel.

"You two should cut off this bet. Helen is not like other girls, and she won't fall for this. Samuel..." Alex looked at him. "You shouldn't increase the bet or agree to John's offer."

Samuel's smile faded slightly as he thought about how Helen had smacked him for pulling her against his chest. But the way his body had felt so hard and filled with a primal desire to claim her—he hadn't felt that way before.

Samuel reasoned that he would get Helen. She might have felt the sparks too, judging by how her eyes had widened in shock when their bodies touched and how her cheeks had turned red.

"Deal!" Samuel said, and Alex gasped, "What?"

"We're not going to have a verbal agreement alone. We need to sign it down so John doesn't back out. If he lose, he'll pay me fifteen million. And if I lose, I'll pay him fifteen million," Samuel said, his voice serious.