Game of Thrones: My Weekend Trips to Earth Chapter 41 41

Over the next two days, Luke was practically "tied" to Santa Monica Beach by Mia and her sisters.

Under Mia's extrely patient — almost stubborn — one-on-one teaching, Luke, thanks to his superhuman physical condition and coordination, mastered surfing at a shocking speed.

From lying flat on the board and paddling, to steadily standing up and riding the waves, to trying so basic tricks, he only needed half a day.

By the afternoon of the second day, when a fairly large swell rolled in, Luke was already confidently riding the crest.

He even executed an extrely thrilling yet smooth "bottom turn" at the last mont before the wave lip closed, shooting out of the tube and drawing bursts of exclamations from the shore.

Even more exaggerated was that after one successful ride, he single-handedly lifted the excitedly screaming Mia into the air. The girl's golden hair flew in the sunlight, her laughter clear as silver bells.

The two of them beca the most dazzling sight on the beach.

The surrounding crowd erupted into even louder cheers and whistles. Many people recorded the scene, which looked like a professional performance, on their phones.

When he surfed back to the shallows and his feet finally touched solid sand, Mia still clung tightly to his neck. Her entire delicate body was practically hanging on him. Their wet swimsuits pressed against each other, transmitting scorching body heat and the slight coolness of seawater.

She looked up at him, her eyes misty, her sapphire-blue gaze covered in a layer of watery haze. Her cheeks were flushed with excitent and thrill.

"Luke… you're so amazing… really so amazing…" she murmured, her breathing a little rapid.

"I've never felt this… this good before! I like being with you. I like it every second! I think… I think I might really be in love with you!"

Having said that, as if she had used up all her courage, she closed her eyes, slightly puckered her rosy lips, and waited for the expected, passionate kiss.

The sea breeze blew, and waves lapped gently.

The surrounding sounds seed to fade away.

However, the anticipated kiss never ca.

Mia opened her eyes in confusion. What she saw was the complicated expression on Luke's face.

Struggle, hesitation, and even a trace of… pain?

His body was clearly so hot, his masculine presence so powerful…

The arms embracing her were strong and firm, and his breathing had obviously beco disordered because of her words…

This ant she attracted him, right?

But why?

A huge wave of grievance and confusion instantly overwheld her.

Tears surged up without warning, blurring her vision.

She no longer waited, nor cared about restraint or shyness. She stood on her tiptoes and, with a reckless determination, took the initiative to kiss Luke's lips.

The mont their lips touched, Luke's body jerked violently.

The soft sensation and the salty taste of the girl's tears hit him like an electric current.

For a split second, he almost sank into it.

But the next second, reason poured over him like cold seawater.

He abruptly turned his head, avoiding the kiss, while his hands gently but firmly held Mia's shoulders and pushed her slightly away from him.

"Mia, don't do this…"

His voice was hoarse, carrying traces of extre self-restraint. He looked at her with complicated eyes. "I won't be able to control myself… You're a good girl, really good. I don't want… I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt?"

Mia's tears completely burst free. She forcefully shook off his hands, her voice choked with sobs: "You think this is hurting ? Luke, what exactly are you afraid of?"

Luke opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

What was he afraid of?

Afraid that he, carrying earth-shattering secrets and traveling between two worlds, could not give her a pure and lasting relationship?

Afraid that this sudden "love" was just a fleeting illusion under the beach sunlight?

Or was it the shadow of the "loser" deep in his heart — the one who had been repeatedly frustrated in Blue Star's workplace and life, both craving and fearing intimacy — that had never truly disappeared?

He didn't know.

He only instinctively retreated.

This was Blue Star, not Westeros!

This was a world ruled by Jews and Heavenly Dragons. He was just a little Karami who couldn't make promises to anyone!

Only in the other world was he the "Heavenly Dragon," free to do whatever he wanted!

Looking at Luke's silent and struggling face, Mia's last shred of hope shattered.

She fiercely wiped her tears, glared at him hard, then turned and ran crying back to the shore, leaving Luke standing alone in knee-deep seawater. His figure looked sowhat lonely amid the crashing waves.

That evening's beach barbecue party had an obviously strange atmosphere.

Elizabeth and her boyfriend Parker hid in a shadowy corner, openly flirting and whispering, occasionally letting out soft laughs.

Not far away, Jennifer and her boyfriend Tony seed to have erupted into a fierce argunt.

Their voices rose and fell. Although the exact words couldn't be heard, Jennifer's angry body language and Tony's flushed face clearly showed things were going badly.

Luke beca the temporary "barbecue chef," silently flipping at skewers and vegetables on the grill, trying to cover up the chaos in his heart with busyness.

Alexandra, wearing an extrely sexy black tube top and tight hip-hugging short skirt, helped by handing over seasonings and arranging plates, her posture elegant.

Yet she kept glancing at Mia, who was sulking alone in the distance and glaring at Luke and her like knives.

Alexandra was also full of confusion.

She had seen how obsessed her sister had beco with Luke these past two days, and she had caught a glimpse of the scene in the shallows that afternoon.

Luke's rejection surprised her, but what puzzled her more was Mia's current attitude toward Luke — and seemingly toward her as well — which was almost hostile.

Was it just because she had asked Luke to help apply sunscreen?

That jealousy was a bit too much!

Were Dragon Kingdom boys all this indecisive?

llow country music flowed from the portable speaker, but it did nothing to ease the awkwardness and undercurrents at the scene.

At that mont, the argunt between Jennifer and Tony suddenly grew louder!

"You bitch! Get lost! I never want to see you again! I'm sick of your paranoia!"

Tony's roar rang out clearly.

Imdiately after ca Jennifer's tearful but even sharper counterattack:

"I'm paranoid?! Tony Hansen! Don't think I don't know about you and that cheerleader slut! My eyes aren't blind! You're the one who should get lost! We're done!"

The shouting drew everyone's attention. Even Elizabeth and Parker in the corner looked over.

Luke subconsciously turned his head, inwardly sighing that these Arican young people's relationships really ca fast and ended fast, full of sparks.

However, in the split second he was distracted, a figure carrying a fragrant breeze and full of rage charged straight at him!

It was Jennifer!

Her face still had tear stains, her makeup a bit smudged, but her eyes burned with a crazy, vengeful light.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, she rushed in front of Luke and, without warning, shoved him hard!

Luke, caught off guard and still distracted, stumbled backward and fell heavily onto the simple sofa chair where food and drinks were laid out.

Before he could react, Jennifer had already straddled his lap!

She cupped his face with both hands and, with tears, lipstick, and fury, kissed him fiercely!

"Mmm—!"

Luke's eyes widened instantly, his brain going blank. An unfamiliar sensation of softness, saltiness from tears, and the scent of makeup pressed against his lips, along with the woman's scorching heat and violent trembling.

What the fuck is going on?!

Collateral damage from a lovers' quarrel?!

The shock lasted only two or three seconds before Luke snapped back to his senses.

He quickly dropped the barbecue tongs still in his hand, grabbed Jennifer's shoulders, and forcefully pushed her off him. He controlled his strength so as not to hurt her, but it was firm enough.

"Jennifer! Calm down!" Luke said in a low voice, his own breathing sowhat disordered.

"Bitch! You dare kiss another man right in front of ! And this yellow monkey!"

Tony's roar exploded almost simultaneously.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead. He shook off Parker, who tried to stop him, and swung his fist toward Jennifer, looking like he wanted to slap her.

"Tony! Stop!" Alexandra reacted the fastest, stepping in front of Jennifer in one stride.

Elizabeth also rushed over to help restrain the furious Tony.

Parker stepped forward again, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist from behind.

The scene descended into chaos.

On the other side, Mia, who had still been sulking at Luke, saw Jennifer actually kiss him. A naless fire surged straight to the top of her head!

All her grievance and sadness were replaced by rage!

Like an enraged little leopard, she rushed forward, forcefully shoved the still-dazed Jennifer aside after Luke had pushed her away, and stood protectively in front of Luke, glaring at Jennifer: "Jennifer! What the hell are you doing?! Stay away from Luke!"

Jennifer, pushed away by Mia and seeing Tony's murderous expression, plus her own emotions already on the verge of collapse, also exploded. She pointed at Tony and cried out:

"Look at you! This is your good buddy! Only knows how to yell at ! If you've got balls, go beat that cheerleader slut to death!"

Tony, held back by three won, trembled with rage. With nowhere to vent his fury, he suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes locking onto Luke, who had just stood up from the sofa.

It was all because of this Eastern kid!

If not for him, how would Jennifer have retaliated like this?

Making him lose all face in front of so many people!

"You! Bastard!"

Tony broke free from Parker, roaring as he swung a punch straight at Luke's face!

It was a standard street-fighting stance, completely without technique, but thrown in anger, it carried decent speed and power.

Luke cursed inwardly, "What rotten luck!"

Who had he provoked?

It was clearly this couple's own fight. The guy had apparently cheated, and the girl randomly grabbed a "bystander" for revenge.

This was straight out of an Arican teen drama!

He, Luke, was the innocent "pool fish" caught in the crossfire!

Facing the whistling fist, Luke didn't even bother dodging elaborately.

His 11 reaction speed made Tony's movents look like slow-motion slides to him.

He simply took a half-step back naturally and slightly twisted his upper body.

The fist brushed past his nose tip, stirring up a gust of wind.

Tony's punch missed. His body lurched forward from montum.

Luke seized the opportunity and steadily grabbed Tony's wrist. His five fingers clamped down like iron hoops, rendering him immobile.

"Hey, Bro…"

Luke's voice was calm, even carrying a hint of helplessness, as he looked at Tony, whose face was flushed red and who was struggling futilely.

"Look clearly. I'm the one who got innocently dragged into this. Obviously, this is a problem between the two of you. Don't pull in as a punching bag, okay?"

He applied a little strength. Tony imdiately felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if the bones were about to be crushed. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"Also…"

Luke continued in a calm but unquestionable tone: "I suggest you calm down. I'm not soone who likes to fight, but if I really do… you might end up at a disadvantage. I don't want trouble, and I don't want to beat you down. So let's all calm down, handle your own issues, and not involve outsiders, alright?"

"Finally, racial discrimination seems to be a serious cri in Arica! If you don't want to get sued, apologize quickly and get lost…"

His English was fluent and natural, but his wording carried an Eastern-style, softly spoken hardness.

Combined with how easily he had subdued Tony and the expression that said "I really don't want to hit you, but don't push ," it created a peculiar deterrent force.

Tony's struggling movents froze.

He glared at Luke. In the other man's calm eyes, he saw a confidence that was clearly not bluffing and… a trace of chilling coldness that made his heart tremble.

The pain in his wrist further reminded him that this Eastern kid had terrifying strength. It felt like the next second his arm would be snapped!

The music had stopped at so point.

On the beach, only the sound of waves and this strange silence remained. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Luke and Tony.

Alexandra, Elizabeth, and Parker all held their breath.

Mia tightly clutched Luke's clothing hem, nervous yet secretly feeling a complex pride for Luke.

Even Jennifer, who had been hysterical just monts ago, stopped her cursing and looked at the scene in astonishnt.

A few seconds later, the ferocity on Tony's face gradually gave way to humiliation and a trace of fear.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word through clenched jaws: "…Fine. I misspoke."

Only then did Luke release his grip.

Tony yanked his hand back, rubbing his aching wrist. He glared fiercely at Jennifer, then gave Luke a wary glance. In the end, he said nothing, turned around, and stord off angrily toward the parking lot, his back looking wretched.

A conflict that had nearly escalated was defused by Luke with near-overwhelming physical superiority and a calm attitude.

But the joyful atmosphere of the barbecue party was completely gone.

What remained was only awkwardness, exhaustion, and a pile of ss that needed cleaning up.