The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: You’d better pray that I don’t actually eat you
Waiting is always an excruciating process, and waiting for a call from Angel was even more so.

It felt like the Grim Reaper calling to say, “Hold on, lad, don’t rush to your demise just yet. Wait for me to arrive before you meet your end.”

Given Angel’s current disposition, what kind of benevolent actions could Sam expect from her upon her arrival?

Would she try to touch him with tenderness and kindness? Clearly not; such things were unlikely to manifest in Angel anytime soon.

What kind of woman was Angel?

To her, gentleness and kindness were useless, merely the last resort of cowards. A true powerhouse didn’t need what she considered hypocritical virtues for adornment.

Thus, she was decisive and efficient, rarely regretful.

Gentleness and kindness were traits she despised.

And of course, Sam’s decision to leave without making a choice at that time was the right one. Once Angel had time to reflect, she would surely recognize the well-intentioned difficulty of his position.

She was so astute and perceptive; she was bound to notice.

That’s why there was this phone call, demanding an apology from Sam…

But why had she chosen this approach instead of the usual, having Sam come directly to her place?

Did she feel constrained by Celeste’s presence?

Or was there another motive?

As Sam was pondering all this, his phone vibrated.

He pulled out his phone, expecting a message from Angel, but to his surprise, it was a text he hadn’t seen in ages. That kind of mysterious message, whether a prophecy or something orchestrated, and this time the content…

“Can’t come up with an answer, can you? Or is it that you truly can’t bear to let go? Sam, I’ve told you before, haven’t I? A touch of ambition can be a catalyst for growth. But what does overblown ambition mean? Destruction, utter destruction. If that’s the case… then I’ll have to destroy your tool of crime first.”

Shocking to the core!

What did this mean?

The tone and perspective, coupled with the impending events, made Sam immediately think of Angel.

It was indeed very likely to be the ‘plot’ that was about to unfold between him and Angel!

But what was this ‘tool of crime’ all about?

Surely Angel wasn’t planning to castrate him?

“Ding!”

This time, the phone rang outright, caller ID glaringly showed it was Angel!

Sam stared at the glowing phone screen, the content of the now-vanished text echoing in his head, his brain buzzing.

It was as if the phone’s vibration and the roaring in Sam’s head reached a strange resonance, unlocking 99% of his brain’s potential.

He then transformed into a superhuman, sweeping away all obstacles, becoming an invincible force in this world, even perfectly deciphering various theories, traveling through time, moving between past and future…

Of course, that was utterly impossible.

Resonance didn’t have such magical effects; Sam’s scalp was simply tingling.

He answered the call in the end.

“Hello?”

“I’m here, come down.”

Angel hung up.

A succinct sentence, devoid of any superfluous words, which also reflected Angel’s current mood, in a delicate state.

She didn’t seem overly angry, but what was more terrifying than anger was that she maintained absolute rationality, meaning she knew exactly what she wanted to do next.

Sam stood up, glancing down at his crotch.

“Whether I can still pee standing up in this life depends on tonight!”

Right, Sam had to go down and meet her.

These kinds of things you could dodge temporarily, but not forever.

Sam’s only hope was that Angel’s plan this time wasn’t so meticulous, and that he’d have a chance to defuse the crisis perfectly.

He stepped out the door clad in a long-sleeved, dark T-shirt and jeans. In this moment, against this backdrop, he was like a warrior on the battlefield, ready to face death without fear.

He didn’t want it to be a case of him and his ‘tool of crime’ only one surviving; he was determined to make it out alive with everything intact!

Crossing the dark corridor, this time the neighboring doors remained closed, Zoe did not appear.

Her absence was a blessing in disguise; had she shown up, who knows how chaotic the scene might have become.

Sam descended the stairs.

And there it was, the car parked right at the entrance.

It was like a pitch-black beast, lurking in the night, eyeing its handsome prey as it willingly walked into its gaping maw.

Sam stopped in front of the car, his expression revealing no cracks.

This time, no window rolled down. Instead, he saw the rear car door slowly open a crack.

Without hesitation, Sam pulled the door open.

As always, Elowen was in the driver’s seat, expressionless as an AI robot, sparing no extra glance.

And then there was Angel.

She sat there, in a Gothic-style long dress.

She looked like a medieval doll with a dark aura.

The black dress, though Gothic, wasn’t overly complex; it seemed to have been simplified. It looked sharper, sexier, and more sophisticated.

Her face was bare, without makeup or any exaggerated accessories.

Yet her expression alone perfectly matched her attire, as if to say this night was not going to pass by simply.

“You got here pretty fast.”

Sam tried to lighten the slightly tense atmosphere.

But Angel looked at him coldly.

“Get in, no more talking.”

That was a problem; Sam’s forte was, in fact, talking.

Nevertheless, Sam got into the car, and as soon as he did, the vehicle started up and headed into the unknown, into the depths of the night.

Angel had no intention of initiating conversation, sitting there like a statue, cold and flawless.

She remained silent, but Sam couldn’t afford to.

“So… it’s pretty late already, where are we headed?”

Angel’s gaze remained fixed ahead, her eyes devoid of any fluctuation.

“You’ll know when we get there. Are you that eager?” Her voice was light and indifferent, betraying no emotion.

Sam pondered for a moment.

“It’s okay, just curious, that’s all. After all, I said I’d come to you, but then you came to me personally. You didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

Angel turned her head to look at Sam.

“Did you want to come to my place to see me, or were you hoping my mother would offer you protection?”

“That wasn’t my intention. It’s too late to disturb godmother.”

How did this woman know everything? Even his little secret thoughts were transparent to her?

Indeed, compared to the outside world, Angel’s home was a bit safer, especially after Sam knew that Celeste had taken him as her godson with an ulterior motive, he felt even more at ease.

Angel couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

“Put away those little schemes of yours. I didn’t say anything before, not because I didn’t know, but because I couldn’t be bothered to mention it, and I thought you were kind of cute.”

Sam looked at her, trying to widen his eyes to appear innocent and harmless.

“What’s going on? Am I not cute anymore?”

The more enchanting Angel’s smile was, the more dangerous it seemed.

“What do you think? How could a cute pet always sing a different tune from its owner? Even thinking about climbing on top of the owner’s head.”

Sam also smiled.

“What era are we living in? Some things are fine for spicing things up, but if you really apply them to everyday life, isn’t that a bit too much?”

As he spoke, Sam watched Angel’s expression.

Unchanged.

She seemed utterly unshaken by any of his words, her emotions as stable as a rock in this moment.

“You’ve known from the start what kind of person I am. How could this relationship have started with just me? After all, you entered the game willingly. Is there any point in saying all this?”

Sam sighed and leaned back in his seat, gazing ahead.

“Life can’t always be about things with a point, right? A lot of the time, it’s the pointless stuff that brings pure joy.”

He wasn’t particularly fond of meaning, or to put it more simply, he disliked the so-called ‘point’.

Angel said coldly,

“So most people live like they’re soulless, chasing after low-level pleasures, even getting trapped in them, selling their souls to the devil. Is that the life you aspire to?”

Her attitude remained indifferent. Indifferent to life, to ordinary people, to basic pleasures.

And at that moment, the car came to a stop. They were in an underground parking lot in a bustling downtown area.

Sam had no idea where this parking lot led to.

“What are we doing here?”

The previous topic had already given him a bit of a headache. So he didn’t plan to continue.

Anyway, whatever he said now wouldn’t change Angel’s mind. What was coming would still come; verbal sparring had little effect on her.

She only cared about what Sam did.

As for what he said…

Did it matter?

“We’re here. Get out of the car. Oh, wait a second.”

Suddenly, Angel paused, causing Sam to freeze in his tracks.

Sam then saw Angel reaching out her hand toward someone in front of them.

It was in Elowen’s direction.

“Give it to me.”

Something else?

Sam was momentarily stunned, then saw Elowen take a small metal box from the passenger seat and hand it to Angel.

What could be inside?

Sam thought for a moment, then without hesitation, activated his X-ray Vision.

Great.

Really great.

Silver, shimmering handcuffs.

Candles.

A whip.

And large scissors!

What on earth are you planning?

Sam suddenly regretted looking. He might have been better off not knowing; now that he had seen, his heart was even more unsettled.

But this still wasn’t the end. As Angel took the box, she reached out her hand again.

“Anything else?”

“Oh.”

Elowen nodded.

Sam was puzzled. What else could there be?

How much stuff do you need to carry?

This time, Sam didn’t get a chance to activate his X-ray Vision because Elowen, right in front of him, pulled out a handgun from her bosom and handed it to Angel.

Isn’t this a bit much?

Has your family gone into combat mode?

Then Angel calmly took the handgun and handed the box to Sam.

“Here, take this.”

Sam’s expression still seemed a bit slow to catch up. He took the box almost reflexively.

Then he looked at Angel, concern etched on his face.

“Do we really need to bring a gun? Are we going after bad guys? Otherwise, we should probably call the cops. It’s not safe for you to handle a gun. What if it goes off by accident…”

Angel gave a slight smile.

“If you think there’s a bad guy, who do you suppose that would be?”

It’s you, isn’t it!

Of course, Sam couldn’t say that. He could only offer an awkward smile.

“There shouldn’t be any bad guys, but this is a real gun, not some toy…”

“Enough talk, get out of the car. As long as you behave, it won’t be necessary to use it. But if you don’t listen, and try to pull a fast one like before, I can’t guarantee where its bullets might end up.”

Well, that’s one way to block an exit.

Sam took a deep breath, opened the car door, and now he truly felt like he was facing his doom.

Angel and Elowen followed close behind.

They led Sam to an elevator, and then they went up.

Elowen took out a card and swiped it inside the elevator, which then ascended directly to the designated floor.

The thirty-fourth floor.

An almost deathly silence hung in the air, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Finally, they reached their floor, and the elevator doors slid open.

The three of them stepped out, and Sam, taking in the look of the corridor, had a pretty good idea of where they were.

It was a hotel.

Was there really a need to come to a hotel? Although the prospect of visiting a hotel with an exceptionally beautiful girl was certainly appealing, especially one who looked like Angel.

But it would be better if she only looked like Angel. If it were actually Angel, then things would be somewhat amiss.

Angel and Elowen, one on each side, almost escorted Sam to the door of a room.

Angel turned her head and said, “Alright, we can go in by ourselves.”

Elowen nodded.

“Call me if you need anything.”

With that, she turned and left.

Angel then opened the door.

It was a luxurious room, and the moment the lights were turned on, the dim lighting gave off an intimate ambiance.

The room looked quite respectable, not like one you’d find in a love hotel.

Watching Sam standing at the doorway, Angel let out a cold laugh.

“Come in. What, got cold feet?”

Sam averted his gaze and steadied his emotions.

It’s nothing, Sam.

Nothing will happen; you’ll turn the tide. After all, you’re the only main character in this world!

“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like you’re going to eat me.”

Sam stepped forward into the room, carrying the box.

Standing at the door, Angel gave a slight smile.

“You’d better pray that I don’t actually eat you.”

“Click.”

She gently pushed, and the door closed firmly.