The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Did I get the wrong script, or did you misread your lines?
How to describe Angel?

She’s like having a magical mask, capable of transforming into different temperaments and styles as needed.

Every look is one you’d adore, every appearance is irresistible.

Sam decided not to change his clothes specifically for the occasion. After all, he wasn’t attending to celebrate someone’s birthday. Even if everyone at the table was dressed in luxurious attire, looking splendid and magnificent, it had nothing to do with him.

They were simply from different worlds. Moreover, Sam had no intention of mingling with such people to gain any benefits for himself.

Because that would be utterly impossible.

Without Angel, who among those people would consider Sam worthy of notice? So, there’s no point in harboring such thoughts or actions.

Keeping it simple and staying true to oneself can actually be more dignified.

So, even if Angel wanted to insist that Sam change into a formal suit, Sam’s stance was straightforward.

“I’m fine as I am. If you expect me to wear a suit, to dress up bright and beautiful to make you look good, then you might as well find someone else.”

Naturally, such words would likely upset Angel.

But if Sam weren’t this kind of person, she probably wouldn’t be interested at all.

A person who lacks uniqueness and blends in with everyone else is not what Angel desires. She seeks something utterly unique, a treasure that is impossible to find elsewhere.

Therefore, she could only say,

“You only dare to be so bold in front of me at times like this. You don’t have to wear a suit, but at least change out of your shorts.”

Soon after, Angel found Sam a set of white T-shirt and jeans, which was more in line with his usual casual style.

Before setting off, they first enjoyed a dinner at Angel’s house.

At the dinner table, Selena was like a well-behaved child, not daring to mention anything about the game, fearing Angel would remember and confiscate it as evidence of her mischief.

“Sister, are you guys going out later?” Selena asked cautiously, eyeing Angel.

Angel glanced down at her cousin, who seemed uncharacteristically timid.

She nodded. “Haven’t I mentioned? It’s someone’s birthday; we should make an appearance.”

“Oh~ Okay then, make sure to be safe~ Come back early, okay~” Selena appeared very obedient, and even Sam couldn’t spot any issues, likely thinking they were a harmonious pair of sisters.

However, Angel gave Selena a cold look. “If I come back and find you playing with the game, you know what will happen.”

In that moment, Selena trembled, managing a forced smile. “How could that be~ Sister, I’ll definitely stay home and study diligently.”

“Clatter.” Just as she was about to use her spoon, her hand failed to grip it, and it fell to the table.

Sam held back his laughter at the scene, while Angel said nothing.

After dinner, as night fell and they had some juice, it was nearly 8:30 PM by the time they were ready to leave.

Watching Sam and Angel get into the car, Selena seemed reluctant to see them go from the doorway.

“Sister, come back early, okay~ I’m scared being home alone~~”

“Got it, go back inside.” Angel waved her hand in resignation.

Selena quickly went back inside and then rushed into her room, hugging her kitten. She excitedly powered on her computer, and as the screen lit up, she raised her hand in excitement.

“My favorite game, start!”

…

“Your sister seems pretty dependent on you, huh?” Sam said with a laugh.

Angel gave Sam a sharp look. “You believe she’s playing games right now?”

Sam looked at her curiously. “Then you’re quite tolerant, seeing through it but not pointing it out.”

At that moment, the girl of elegant and perfect demeanor simply leaned back in her seat. “Can’t be bothered to say anything. Being strict won’t help; it only makes her rebel more later. It’s essential to give her some space—that’s the real way to lead.”

Sam couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” Angel frowned at Sam, clearly annoyed by his carefree demeanor. For some reason, she just couldn’t stand him being happier than herself.

The boy by her side should be trying his best to make her happy first, how could he dare to be joyful on his own?

Sam, holding back his laughter, said, “Isn’t this what I was telling you before… about giving such a child a childhood that feels like a childhood, to avoid repeating our own mistakes? You just find excuses not to admit that what I said makes sense.”

Angel didn’t blush; instead, she reached out and grabbed Sam’s ear, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes. “Sam, seems like I’ve been too lenient with my smiles around you lately, haven’t I?”

Sam immediately toned down his expression. “Not at all, I was just… making a logical guess, not confirming anything…”

Knowing when to back down was part of Sam’s character.

Angel let out a huff and released him, but the subtle and sophisticated fragrance from her lingered around Sam’s face.

“From now on, don’t just guess about me. Just listen to what I say.”

Of course, Sam wouldn’t agree. “You must be joking. I’m not your servant you’re raising. You want to control my thoughts too?”

Angel sneered.

“It’s just a matter of time. Eventually, you will not only be my servant but also my tool for sexual pleasure. In this world, only you can possess me. It is my gift to you.”

Sam glanced at Elowen, who remained silent throughout their exchange.

She was just focused on driving, seemingly in a state where she shut out the external world.

Truly the perfect robot.

Sam, leaning back in his chair and looking ahead, decided not to argue vehemently. It was pointless to try to persuade her anyway.

“Then look forward to that day. I, for one, think it’ll never happen.”

Angel let out a cold laugh. “My favorite thing to do is to shatter the naive fantasies of those who are too full of themselves.”

Sam chuckled as well. “Funny, me too…”

“Thud!”

“Hiss… What are you doing? Resorting to stepping on me because you can’t win the argument?”

Sam rubbed his foot irritably, having been harshly stepped on by her high heels.

But, truly, Angel in high heels… was even more noble, more perfect.

With her outfit, her demeanor was immediately elevated, not to mention Angel exuded an air of quality from head to toe, embodying the epitome of a perfect, noblewoman through her speech and gaze.

At 18, wearing high heels didn’t seem out of place on her. Instead, the heels accentuated her perfect leg shape, her slightly tensed calves, and her full, beautiful ankles…

It was simply too perfect.

At that moment, Elowen up front spoke up. “Miss, we’ve arrived.”

The car slowly came to a stop.

They had arrived at a luxurious villa.

“Do wealthy people always hold their birthday parties in places like this?” Sam remarked, taking in the surroundings.

Angel replied calmly, “This is a rented house. If the birthday party were held at his estate, you’d be so shocked that your eyes would pop out.”

“That exaggerated?” Sam asked, surprised.

Angel simply smiled and then said, “Let’s get out of the car.”

They exited the vehicle together and approached the entrance of the mansion. It seemed Angel remembered something.

“Extend your arm.”

“Hm?” Sam instinctively extended his arm slightly, and then Angel gently looped her arm through his.

This reminded Sam of Zoe a few days ago, but the difference was clear.

Zoe clung tightly as if afraid he’d run away, whereas Angel’s touch was more natural, not fearing his escape—showing a unique confidence.

They approached the villa’s entrance with grace, where a man resembling a staff member promptly bowed politely.

“Miss Angel, welcome. And to the handsome gentleman, please come in.”

The server did not treat Sam any differently for his casual attire while being at Angel’s side.

Angel nodded and led Sam into the villa. The living room was quite spacious, but not all the lights were on. Instead, there was a dim, intimate ambiance, giving everyone a bit more privacy.

In the center of the living room was a huge rectangular bar table laden with various drinks, snacks, and cooked food, including champagne, red wine, and whiskey.

The crowd was young, dressed in various expensive outfits, with hardly any middle-aged individuals present. It seemed this birthday party was indeed aimed at the host’s younger friends.

However, no sooner had Sam and Angel taken a few steps inside than someone approached them.

“Ah, Miss Angel, it’s been a long time.”

“Mr. Rhys, hello, it indeed has been quite a while.”

Angel took a wine glass from a server nearby and clinked glasses with the young man smiling in front of her. They politely sipped their drinks.

Then, the young man noticed Sam standing beside Angel, dressed simply in a white T-shirt and jeans.

“Hey, I haven’t seen this one before. Quite handsome, isn’t he? Could he be Miss Angel’s boyfriend?”

Before Sam could speak, Angel responded with a smile. “Sam, my boyfriend.”

Angel delivered this statement with utter calm.

Sam didn’t object, understanding that in this setting, his role was to support Angel.

However, what Sam hadn’t anticipated was the stir this casual remark would cause. Everyone nearby turned their gaze towards them, their expressions ranging from surprise to outright shock.

“Angel, when did you get a boyfriend?!”

“My goodness, Miss Angel has a boyfriend?!”

“Let me see who this lucky guy is!”

Eyes from all directions focused on them, making Sam feel like he was the star at an award ceremony who had just won the highest honor, known as Angel’s Boyfriend.

But Sam didn’t feel pressured; after all, it wasn’t true.

Honestly, he even felt like spreading his arms wide, as if embracing the whole world… though, such a gesture would be more appropriate in front of Sophie, not Angel.

Angel, for her part, didn’t seem to feel any pressure either. She was utterly composed, even at ease, facing everyone’s stares with tranquility.

That is until a certain figure arrived.

“Ha ha ha, Angel, you finally made it! Long time no see!” A young man in a white suit, clearly the host of the party with his blue hair, approached Angel with open arms.

But Angel just looked at him, making no move to reciprocate, and said calmly, “Congratulations, Mr. Troy. Happy birthday.”

Troy, feeling a bit awkward, lowered his arms and then cheerfully said, “Ah, I’ve come back from abroad, and you’re still the same? Since we’re friends, we should be a bit closer.”

Angel calmly replied, “There’s no need. I have my principles. There’s no need to imitate others.”

Troy nodded with a smile, “That’s true. That’s the Angel I know… Hmm? I heard… this is your boyfriend? Let me take a look.”

With that, Troy walked up to Sam, examining him closely.

That look, that posture.

It seemed he and Angel had known each other before?

Was this going to be one of those cliché scenarios?

For some reason, Sam was actually a bit excited.

Accustomed to powers like time stopping and hypnosis, he found himself looking forward to some cliché drama.

Bring it on.

Expecting Troy to point a finger at him and shout, “You don’t deserve to be with Angel!”

Sam was ready!

A man faces his challenges head-on!

But unexpectedly, just as his muscles tensed in anticipation, Troy simply took Sam’s hands in his own.

Then, looking intently at Sam, he exclaimed, “You’re really handsome, bro. I haven’t seen a guy as good-looking as you abroad. Interested in exchanging contact information?

Ah… I don’t have much to offer for a first meeting, how about I give you a sports car? Which one do you like? Porsche, Ferrari, or…”

???

What’s going on?

This isn’t right!

Did I get the wrong script, or did you misread your lines?