The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: As you wish, I’ll be there
“What do you mean ‘ah’? Didn’t you understand?” Angel looked at Sam with a slight smile.

It seemed like a dare, as if she really expected him to sniff Sophie’s feet.

Impossible, right?

So Sam immediately looked at Angel with righteous indignation.

“What are you talking about… I’m your boyfriend, not a police dog you’ve raised.”

At this, even Isabella couldn’t help but laugh.

Sophie, with cheeks tinged pink, looked at the two of them. “You two are nuts…”

Angel chuckled as she watched Sam.

“You see, you don’t smell her feet, and now Sophie is getting mad.”

“Is that so? I think the joke’s gone far enough, let’s not get too carried away,” Sam reminded her, somewhat helplessly.

Angel suddenly flashed a cold smile.

“Really? You think it’s too much? So, by saying that, you mean you’re taking her side?”

How had this become a matter of taking sides?

Sam felt a headache coming on. Great, so this club was not just a club, but also a battlefield for political struggles?

Feeling somewhat helpless, Sam could only grasp Angel’s calf and then use his recently upgraded Hand of Desire. His fingers quickly warmed up.

Of course, he controlled the temperature well, not enough to burn her, but enough to give the girl an instant sensation of a strange touch.

Sam’s warm palm seemed to become even hotter, and that slight tingling sensation, that warmth, penetrated Angel’s skin in an instant, making her expression go blank, as if she had forgotten what she was about to do.

Focused on the sensation in her calf, she squinted her eyes slightly and then looked at Sam.

“What are you doing?”

Sam looked into Angel’s eyes and smiled. “It’s a rainy day today, and I was afraid you might be a bit cold. You’re not wearing enough.”

Angel huffed softly and then closed her eyes, looking very much at ease.

“Are you going to sleep?”

She seemed a bit drowsy, finding a comfortable position on the sofa, her entire body seemingly melting into it. This familiar posture let Sam know she must be tired, but… really, was she going to sleep here?

Angel kept her eyes closed. “I’m a bit tired, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when it’s time to go.”

“Okay.”

After saying that, Sam took off his jacket and gently covered Angel with it.

Then he carefully moved away from his spot and sat opposite Isabella and Sophie.

Isabella looked at Sam with a curious gaze. “She fell asleep just like that?”

Sam couldn’t reveal the special effects of the Hand of Desire, so after thinking for a while, he said.

“Usually, she goes home to sleep around this time. She didn’t go home today, so she’s probably just habitually sleepy here.”

Sophie huffed in annoyance.

“I don’t know what she thinks about all day. Her grades aren’t great either; she must be spending her energy on weird stuff.”

Sam glanced at Sophie. “She’s just resting. Do you think she can really fall asleep completely in a strange place?”

Sophie paused, then looked at Sam somewhat defiantly. “Even if she were awake, I’d say the same thing. I’m not as timid as you.”

Really? Then why did you glance at Angel to check if she was awake while saying that?

Sam didn’t point out this little detail.

Isabella smiled as she watched Sam and Sophie. “How does it feel to join the club on Angel first day?”

Sophie said very bluntly. “Not great.”

Sam pointed at Angel and then at his own mouth.

He gestured to indicate that Angel might not be completely asleep, so he couldn’t speak freely.

Then Sam coughed.

“I think it’s pretty good.”

He then saw Isabella pick up her phone and point at it.

Before Sam could react, he saw Isabella quickly tap the screen.

Then Sam felt his own phone vibrate.

He took it out and saw that a new message had appeared in the three-person discussion group.

Isabella: [Sam, you’re doing pretty well, huh? Who knew you’d be such a considerate boyfriend?]

Sam: [I’m purely sacrificing my personal life for the club, you guys just enjoy the show.]

Sophie clearly realized something, her brows furrowing as she looked at her phone.

Then she sent a message as well.

Sophie: [Haven’t you guys noticed that there are four people in the discussion group now?]

As soon as this message came out, the nearly full page of conversation between Isabella and Sam came to an abrupt halt.

Both of them looked up and exchanged glances.

Sam’s eyes were filled with a sense of betrayal and disbelief.

Isabella looked as if she had just woken from a deep dream.

“Ah… I forgot, when she joined, I added her to the group… Should I kick her out now?”

Sam sighed.

“It’s too late, it’s already too late.”

Sam knew very well that kicking her out at this point would only make things worse once she woke up and saw what had happened.

Content… fortunately, Sam hadn’t outright spoken ill of Angel.

But the situation was far from optimistic, because Sam had still expressed a bit of the ‘grievance’ he felt as Angel’s boyfriend.

Too late.

Everything was too late.

Isabella looked at Sam with a mix of sympathy and self-pity, patting the back of his hand.

“It’s okay, we’re all behind you, right? Sophie.”

Sophie looked up, glancing at the two of them.

“What does it have to do with me? This is just because you two were foolish.”

Isabella looked at Sam with a pitiful expression.

“Sam, I really didn’t mean it, can you believe me, please~”

Believe her?

He’d sooner believe pigs could fly than believe this wasn’t intentional on her part!

Sam looked at Isabella with a sense of resignation.

“Our club’s friendship might just end here. I treated you as true friends, and yet you betray me like this.”

“Sam~ I really just forgot to mention it, I have a lot on my plate, how could I remember everything~ I’m sorry~”

She even took Sam’s hand, pleading softly, looking as if she was deeply remorseful and hoping for forgiveness.

Sam snorted coldly, pulling his hand away, and looked at her with an unforgiving gaze.

“Let’s just leave it at that. Our trust ends here. You should know that trust between people can be depleted, and when it’s all used up, what’s left is…”

“Can you two stop acting already? Is there anything serious left to discuss? If not, I’m going home. My time isn’t meant to be wasted here watching you two put on a drama.”

Sophie mercilessly called out their exaggerated performance.

Sam coughed, adjusting his expression, no longer looking so upset. After all, what’s done was done, what else could he do?

“Let’s talk about something that actually matters for the club’s dissolution.”

Isabella looked at Sam, puzzled. “Why dissolve the club? It’s growing stronger by the day. We now have four members and can accomplish a lot!”

“A lot?”

Sam glanced at Sophie.

“Besides, with these two girls in the same club, what do you expect to happen?”

Sophie glared at Sam, clearly annoyed, “What about me? It’s clearly not my fault. You’re too scared to confront her, so you take it out on me. You really are a ‘great guy,’ aren’t you, Sam?”

Sam had thick skin and didn’t care about such comments.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You…!”

Isabella stopped the familiar bickering between the two.

“Enough, listen to me now. What’s our club’s name?”

“The Ultimate Human Department, right? You got Alzheimer’s or something?” Sam said.

Sophie huffed, “I can’t even understand who came up with that name. It’s so embarrassing I can’t even tell people which club I’m in.”

Isabella showed no sign of remorse but instead said,

“The Ultimate Human Department! Of course, it’s about challenging the things we’re hesitant to try, turning this seemingly disorganized club into an unbreakable unity. Isn’t that a challenge?”

“…Are you sure it will become an unbreakable unity and not a bloody battlefield?”

Sam was skeptical about this, to say the least. He didn’t believe such a possibility would occur, as things could develop in any direction.

But to say that one day he would see Sophie, Isabella, and Angel—three women with vastly different personalities—sitting together, chatting amicably, and asking after each other warmly… Sam would rather believe these were fantasies before his death.

Isabella looked at Sam earnestly.

“Sam, you have to believe. With anything, don’t start with doubt, or you’ll never begin. Facing difficulties, you’ll shrink back. We need to have a firm belief in success before we undertake such endeavors, and the results will surely develop in the direction we hope.”

Sam nodded as if he had an epiphany, then turned to Sophie. “I hope the club dissolves tomorrow. What about you?”

Sophie nodded. “It’s rare that we agree on something.”

“What’s wrong with you guys! I’m doing this to leave you with a precious and memorable, unique youth, and you just disregard my efforts? I’ve been losing hair over thinking about these things lately.”

Isabella sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Sam’s sarcasm stopped there, and he looked at her helplessly.

“The main issue is that it’s just too unlikely. With our personalities, it would be lucky if we don’t end up fighting.”

Isabella smiled slightly, as if she had a plan up her sleeve. “Don’t worry, Sam, I’ve had plans for these things for a while.”

“You have a plan again?”

Sam still couldn’t forget the comic convention incident. After that experience, his life had been forced to change dramatically.

Is there a possibility that Isabella is actually a plot driver specially arranged by this world? Or to say… she’s the creator of this game, orchestrating everything according to her ideas and preferences, aiming to achieve the outcomes she wants to see.

Wouldn’t that be terrifying?

Isabella nodded.

“We need to strengthen the bonds within our club, so I’ve decided that this weekend we’ll all visit Sam’s place. The event will be called: ‘A Day of Raiding Sam’s Apartment!'”

“…Hold on, are you sure that’s an event? Visiting my place counts as a club activity? Please don’t just invade my private life like that!” Sam retorted, clearly annoyed.

Sophie frowned as well. “Who said anything about going to his place? A guy’s house… just the thought of it is gross.”

Isabella nodded in agreement.

“Alright, then let’s all go to Sophie’s place!”

Sophie paused, taken aback, and quickly responded.

“Let’s just stick to his place.”

Isabella smiled at Sam.

“What do you think?”

Sam replied irritably, “What’s there to do at my place, drink coffee?”

Isabella pondered for a moment.

“We could cook, help you with some housework, get a glimpse into your daily life. Doesn’t that sound interesting?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Interesting? If this were a movie pitch, just the description alone would tell you it’s not going to make more than double digits at the box office.”

Isabella looked at Sam. “Then you come up with a plan!”

Sam shot back immediately. “I don’t want to think of anything. Why should I be the one to come up with something?”

Isabella pouted, dissatisfied.

“You don’t agree, and you won’t help think of something. What am I supposed to do?”

But before Sam could reply, they heard a voice.

“Why make it so complicated… just come to my place this weekend.”

Sam and Isabella’s expressions both turned to one of surprise.

Because the speaker wasn’t Sophie, but Angel, who had just woken up on the couch.

She yawned lazily, leisurely put on her shoes, and stood up.

Her elegance was akin to that of a Sleeping Beauty princess awakening, with all the grace and poise one would expect.

When had she woken up? Isabella seemed a bit shocked as well.

“Angel… you’re saying, go to your place?”

Angel looked around; there were no spare chairs left, and standing to talk was too tiring. So she walked over to Sam, gracefully sat down sideways next to him.

Suddenly, Sam became a makeshift chair.

Feeling Angel’s soft, warm body against him, Sam couldn’t afford to have any strange thoughts at this moment. He also had to extend his hand to gently support her waist to prevent her from losing balance.

Well, Sam’s role had quickly evolved from boyfriend to furniture.

Angel nodded.

“Yeah, since you guys can’t find a suitable and interesting place, I could arrange a spot like a bar, but I don’t want him to go to such places. So my place is more appropriate; it’s spacious and well-equipped anyway.”

Sam was puzzled. What was the reason behind Angel’s suggestion?

She wasn’t someone known for her warmth. In fact, she disliked hassle even more than Sam did. Why then did she seem so enthusiastic today?

There was definitely something off.

But what exactly was the issue? Sam couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Sophie squinted her eyes.

“I’m not interested in your place. They can go without me.”

Angel smiled at Sophie.

“It seems you’re scared, knowing it’s my turf, so you dare not offend. You don’t even want to set foot there.”

Sophie wasn’t so easily provoked; she let out a cold laugh.

“Fear doesn’t exist in this equation. It’s just unnecessary to act foolishly. After all, some people lack a moral compass and you never know what they might do. I don’t want my life to be affected by such individuals.”

Angel’s smile grew even brighter.

“Don’t worry, I won’t have bodyguards, nor will I force you to do anything. It’s just, how should I put it… consider it as hosting the club members and preparing a little welcome gift. If you find that scary, then I’ve indeed overestimated you. I thought you had some substance, but it seems there’s no difference.”

She finished speaking and looked at Sam. “See, the only girl who can claim to be unique around you is me.”

Hearing this and seeing her demeanor, Sophie finally lost her patience. She looked coldly at Angel.

“Fine, as you wish, I’ll be there.”

Angel’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Good, then it’s settled for this weekend. Sam knows the place; he’ll tell you all. Now, I must be going.”

Angel stood up and took a step before turning back to look at Sam.

“How long are you planning to sit there?”

Sam was still pondering what her true intentions were when he heard Angel’s voice.

He looked at her.

“Ah, are you heading back now?”

Angel glanced at Sam with a hint of stealth.

“We are going back.”

“…Back to your place?”

Sam seemed to grasp her implication… and suddenly felt a twinge of apprehension.

Angel narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Sam.

“Yes, what else? To your place?”

Sam thought for a moment.

“Well, the weather isn’t great today… maybe we should all head home early, we’ve got class tomorrow.”

Angel’s face was smiling, but her tone was like that of an assassin lurking in the shadows.

“Cut the crap. Those chat logs that popped up in the discussion group, I need to settle that with you.”

And with that, Sam was forcibly taken away from the club classroom.

That left only Isabella and Sophie.

Sophie also prepared to leave; she had no more to say.

But Isabella spoke up. “Sophie, what do you think her purpose is in inviting us to her place?”

Sophie replied with disdain, “What else but to flaunt her wealth, to show off how well she’s landed in life, how superior she is?”

Isabella, however, chuckled.

“I don’t think it’s that simple. Although Angel’s personality is a bit extreme, she’s neither dull nor boring. She wouldn’t stoop to such low-level antics.”

“Then what do you think it is?” Sophie furrowed her brows.

Isabella seemed to think of something amusing, let out a snort of laughter, then shook her head.

“I don’t know either. We’ll see when we get there. It’s probably… nothing serious.”

“Why do you look so strange?” Sophie eyed her suspiciously.

“Do I?”

“Yes, you’re always like this, weird and quirky.”

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Sam had been ushered into Angel’s car.

To him, it felt almost like being taken hostage. Of course, passersby or students from the school who witnessed the scene would likely feel nothing but envy and jealousy.

After all, Angel was not only beautiful and wealthy, but she also had a unique charm.

Everyone would want to be in Sam’s shoes. Only Sam, sitting in the backseat of the luxury car, felt a sense of desolation.

“Listen to me, the stuff in the discussion group was just for fun. We always chat like that, it was definitely not aimed at you.”

Angel smiled as she watched Sam scramble to explain.

“Really? Perhaps you just didn’t notice that I was also in the group? You were talking so nicely before, why did you stop? During the chat, you told them, ‘You don’t understand how hardships I have it’… What hardships have you suffered with me, Sam?”

Sam hurriedly responded.

“No hardships, I was just joking.”

“It doesn’t sound like a joke. I’ll give you a chance to speak the truth. Is it really that hard being with me? Should we just break up?”

The moment the word “break up” was uttered, Sam immediately understood the underlying threat.

So he quickly reached out, covering Angel’s lips with his hand.

“We should never talk about breaking up.”

Angel frowned and made a muffled sound against Sam’s palm.

“Try covering my mouth again and see what happens…”

Sam quickly let go, reverting to his playful and smiling demeanor.

“Just kidding, like before. After all, the first step to being your boyfriend is to provide you with endless novelty, to ensure that you never find any day boring.”

Angel snorted coldly, yet she casually placed her legs on Sam’s lap, clearly not truly angry about the incident. “You’d better make sure you can do as you say.”

Seeing that she wasn’t upset, Sam ventured to ask.

“So… why did you invite them to your house?”

Angel turned to look at Sam.

“What’s the matter? Are you worried I’ll kill them all? Do you think that would be a pity?”

Sam immediately put on a sincere face.

“How could that be? You’re such a kind-hearted girl, how could you do such a thing?”

Angel glanced at Sam, comfortably squinting her eyes, savoring the position, and then said softly.

“Stop your wild guessing, it’s not what you’re worried about…”

“I’m just concerned about your mood.”

“Mhm, you better be. But you know, I’m sure I’ll be in a great mood that day.”

“Why?”

Sam felt a sense of foreboding.

At that moment, Angel leaned against the pillow on the back seat and opened her eyes to stare straight at Sam.

“Because… something exceptionally interesting is going to happen, it’s bound to be fun.”