The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: How about I properly make it up to you now?
Sam and Angel quickly left the party, getting into the car.

It was like a princess eloping with a farmer.

Not that no one noticed them; it’s just that no one could stop them, not even Brody had the power to.

The two of them didn’t speak in the car, as if there was nothing to say, as if there were no words left.

Despite what had happened earlier, it seemed there was no reason to talk now.

The atmosphere wasn’t awkward but a strangely eerie silence.

It wasn’t until they were almost back at Angel’s place that she finally spoke up.

“Weren’t you afraid I’d really push you off just now?”

Sam laughed.

“Scared, yes, but I felt like that height wouldn’t kill me, at worst seriously injure.”

Of course, this was something Sam had considered. Facing the barrel of a gun, he might not perfectly avoid a fatal wound and then rely on his Self-Healing ability to heal.

But being pushed from that height… there was a very high chance of surviving.

Although he definitely wouldn’t be able to move on the spot, for him, falling from a height was much safer than a gunshot. Moreover, what if the girl didn’t find shooting him once satisfying?

So, in this reluctant choice, Sam forced Angel to make a decision more beneficial for him.

Hearing Sam’s words, Angel couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“So you thought you wouldn’t die and dared to do that? I really overestimated you.”

Sam just looked at Angel as if it were a matter of course.

“What else? I couldn’t possibly say I really understand you too well, knowing for sure you wouldn’t bear to push me off, could I? Wouldn’t that make me a prophet?”

This remark, however, pleased Angel quite a bit.

Exactly.

How could she truly bear to hurt Sam?

Finally, the car stopped, and Angel quickly got out with Sam, entering the yard and passing through the central courtyard.

This time, Sam was taken not to her studio but to an area he had never been before.

Angel’s room.

Spacious and luxurious.

Comfort was a redundant term here because the most basic requirement for this room was comfort.

The room had everything: a computer, bookshelves, a bathroom, a dressing room, and a walk-in closet.

This must be the dream home for many living in this city.

When Sam saw the bed with its pink sheets, he couldn’t help but express his disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you sleep in this huge bed all by yourself.”

Angel looked at Sam.

“Do you want me to sleep with someone else?”

“That’s not what I mean… Where are you going?”

Angel walked towards the bathroom, standing at the doorway, she smiled.

“I’m going to take off my makeup and change clothes… Don’t rush, I never break my word. Now that we’re back, I’ll do what I promised.”

This meant…

So, Angel went into the bathroom.

Sounds of changing clothes or removing makeup came from inside.

Sam didn’t know which it was, but he felt increasingly restless, like a boy visiting his girlfriend’s house for the first time.

He tried to calm himself down.

He reminded himself not to make hasty judgments about the future just because of a moment’s fortune and luck. He needed to stay rational and alert.

The danger had not passed, and it wasn’t just Angel who posed a threat.

Sam even changed his position, opting not to sit on the bed but in a chair nearby, maintaining a serious demeanor.

Until the bathroom door opened.

Sam’s gaze was naturally drawn there, despite reminding himself to keep his cool and judgment no matter what.

But when Angel emerged, Sam’s eyes were captivated.

Her attire was simple, not at all exaggerated.

Just a white tank dress… and barefoot in white stockings, stepping on the clean floor.

Even such a simple scene was filled with endless beauty and allure.

Seeing Angel in such pure white stockings for the first time was a stark contrast.

The white complemented her, instead making her skin appear even more radiant.

Her delicate collarbones, her long hair falling behind her, and the graceful length of her neck all accentuated her noble aura to its fullest.

Though her breasts were more voluptuous than Sophie’s, it wasn’t exaggeratedly so.

She had a healthy, perfectly proportioned body.

Especially her legs…

The white stockings on her legs somehow added a touch of cuteness.

The slight flesh tone peeking through at her toes seemed to highlight the allure all the more.

Not to mention her well-proportioned calves and the fullness of her thighs.

White stockings aren’t easy for everyone to pull off, lacking the visually slimming effect of black stockings. In contrast, if one’s legs aren’t well-shaped, white stockings can be unforgiving, making legs appear shorter and thicker.

However, on Angel, there seemed to be no concern for such issues.

Sam was making a concerted effort to maintain his composure.

And Angel wasn’t in a hurry; she could tell at a glance that Sam was putting on an act.

So, she went straight to the bed, calmly leaning against the headboard.

“Alright, you can go now.”

“Huh?”

This caught him off guard.

Leaning against the headboard, Angel slightly bent her legs, allowing a glimpse of her panties beneath the hem of her skirt. The material of her panties was incredibly thin, almost revealing her genitals.

Angel struck such a tempting pose, her toes peeking out with a hint of flesh color, slightly curled up.

“How come? I’ve already let you see my white stockings, and you’re still not leaving. What are you waiting for?”

This was something Sam hadn’t expected at all.

When did she learn to do this?

“You’re telling me to go back?”

Angel slightly curled her lips, as if she could see right through Sam’s thoughts at that moment.

“Yeah, just go. I’m tired and need to rest.”

“Oh. Then I’ll leave.”

Sam stood up, walked to the door, glanced back, and saw the girl on the bed leaning against the headboard, picking up her phone, seemingly indifferent to giving him any reason to stay.

And then…

“Bang.”

The sound of the door closing.

The next instant Angel lifted her head.

“Click.”

All the lights in the room went out.

Angel had barely any time to react when she felt a noticeable vibration on her bed.

Immediately, she felt a familiar body close to hers, that familiar scent.

Angel couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.

She knew Sam wouldn’t give up the chance to make love to herself that easily.

But soon, Angel realized there was no more movement beside her.

So, in the next instant, she reached out for the bedside lamp.

“Click.”

The light came back on, and Angel saw Sam lying beside her.

He was looking at her, then smiling and saying,

“What a coincidence, you’re here too?”

Angel squinted at Sam.

“Why? Can’t bear to leave?”

Sam immediately shook his head in denial.

“How could that be? I just got to the door, and then the lights went out, and some mysterious force brought me here.”

“Really? My house has that kind of magical power?”

“Is it possible, I mean just possibly, you couldn’t bear to let me leave, so you used the ability to stop time and moved me back to the bed?”

Watching Sam, who had a thick skin and was making wild guesses, Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, now I’m giving you a chance to leave, don’t worry, I won’t stop time again.”

“…Oh.”

Sam got up awkwardly, then quickly lay back down, snuggling up to Angel’s side.

Angel was almost unable to contain her laughter.

“What now? Another mysterious force?”

Sam shook his head.

“No, just feeling a bit insecure, especially after being scared tonight.”

“So?”

“Snap.”

As he said this, Angel smacked the hand Sam had on her leg.

Sam blinked at Angel.

“How about I stay here for the night? It doesn’t feel safe to go back now.”

Angel nodded.

“Fine, then go pick any guest room. My house has plenty, you can stay in any you like.”

Sam hesitated.

“I feel this room is quite safe.”

Angel’s gaze lingered on Sam’s earnest face, and she smiled slightly.

“Alright, you sleep here, I’ll go sleep with Selena.”

Saying this, Angel stood up, seemingly ready to leave.

But in the next moment, Sam’s hand caught hers, pulling Angel into his embrace.

With hardly any resistance, Angel inevitably fell into Sam’s warm embrace. She quickly got up, seemingly wanting to tease the boy a bit more.

But then she felt hands settling on her waist.

Angel was now sitting on Sam’s waist, she lowered her head, she could see Sam’s eyes.

Under the familiar sensation, her body was quickly heating up, and that familiar heat ignited her desire completely.

“Can’t resist, can you?” Angel smile, as if she could already feel Sam’s erect cock.

Meanwhile, Sam looked up, gazing at Angel’s perfect face under the light.

“I don’t think you’ve fulfilled your promise for tonight, merely admiring your white stockings isn’t enough.”

Angel said with amusement, “What else then? Do you know how angry your crazy actions made me today?”

Sam pondered for a moment, his hands gently roaming over Angel’s legs, then he offered a smile.

“How about I properly make it up to you now?”

Angel tilted her head back.

“I don’t want that…”

But the moment she spoke the words of refusal, she felt Sam’s hand reaching for her panties, touching her genitals through the fabric.

At the same time, Sam sat up, kissing Angel’s breasts and teasing her nipples with his tongue.

Angel slightly tilted her neck back, clearly refusing with her words, but her expression seemed to be indulging in desire.

Sam’s touch was gentle, yet it evoked a clear response from Angel.

Under Sam’s caresses, Angel quickly warmed to the touch, her cheeks flushing.

She caressed Sam’s face with both hands, then pushed his face away.

Angel’s flawless face wore a complex emotion.

She squinted her beautiful eyes, scrutinizing the boy before her.

She whispered a rebuke.

“You are such a dog…”

Sam looked at her with a smile.

“If I’m a dog, then what does that make you?”

Angel knew what he was implying, but she just snorted.

“Obviously, I’m your owner.”

“Quite the peculiar preference, Miss Angel.”

Angel’s fingers lightly touched Sam’s cheeks and the corners of his lips.

“So, what do you want to do now?”

Sam didn’t speak but chose to express himself through actions.

Sam used his hand to lift her skirt and directly removed her panties. In the next moment, he inserted his penis into her vagina.

Angel’s long hair spread out on the bed, like vines unfurled.

This time Sam thrusting rapidly from the start, the head of his penis pressing directly against Angel’s cervix.

The girl glared at Sam, but she made no resistance, allowing him to manipulate her as he pleased.

With each of Sam’s thrusts, Angel let out tantalising moans, completely lost in the sensations.

It’s hard to imagine that in this world, there exists something more delicious than custard ice cream.

And that is this girl.