The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Such a generous size
The light of day dimmed.

Autumn is always a desolate season.

Sam loved the fervor of summer, the gentle warmth of spring.

Yet he couldn’t say he disliked autumn or hated winter. Each season has its own character and charm, and being in the midst of them, one is always immersed in different atmospheres. But the odd thing is, people always seem to yearn for what has passed at different times.

The scorching sun and the heat that had not long disappeared.

And he begin to look forward to things far from arrival.

Like the heavy snow yet to fall and the tulips yet to bloom.

The path to Celeste’s room wasn’t far, hardly a long journey. Angel’s house was indeed large, but not to the extent of getting lost, especially since Angel had already told Sam which way to go.

But his mood was far from light.

Standing before the ordinary-looking door to her room, Sam paused.

Sounds of a video playing came from inside, laughter, and conversation.

Sam knocked on the door.

“Is that you, Sam?”

Celeste’s gentle voice came from within, seemingly a tone that could put one at ease.

But this woman’s greatest skill was disarming people, then striking when they least expected it, using simple words to exert immense pressure.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

Sam tried to relax, adjusting his expression to appear normal as he pushed open the door.

Compared to Angel’s room, Celeste’s was much more traditional and simple.

As Sam approached her, Celeste remained seated calmly on the sofa. The spacious room resembled a luxury suite in a hotel, furnished with everything one could need—tables, chairs, benches, sofas, and coffee-making facilities.

And there, opposite her, was the television playing a show, with a tray of fruit at her side.

She was popping a grape into her mouth, seemingly in no rush to speak, letting the sensuous cavity of her mouth be filled by the grape, chewing slowly.

During this process, Celeste’s gaze moved over Sam. In the silence, an invisible pressure flowed.

Sam could certainly see the immense charm of this woman, but now the pressure was even greater.

She continued to eat her grapes slowly, as if waiting for Sam to break the silence.

Sam stood to the side, pondering for a moment before speaking.

“Godmother, what did you want to talk to me about?” he finally asked, breaking the silence with his first question.

Celeste swallowed the grape, and Sam could clearly see the movement in her slender neck as it traveled down. The bulge formed and then disappeared, each detail exuding a magical allure. She looked at Sam with a smile.

“You should know what I want to talk about, shouldn’t you?” she replied, familiarly tossing the question back at him, easily taking control with her rhetorical style.

This was a tactic both Celeste and Angel seemed to favor.

But Sam simply shook his head.

“I’m not sure. It should be different from the topics we discussed over dinner, right? After all, I’ve already answered those questions.”

Celeste’s gaze shifted slightly, seemingly nonchalant. But that didn’t mean her words were unimportant or should be taken lightly.

“I think you should be aware that some conversations change depending on who is present. I don’t want to hear those pretty words you told Angel; I want to hear your truth.”

She clearly believed that Sam’s responses at that time were insincere, performed to bewilder Angel. If that was also a part of Sam’s cunning, then he was indeed somewhat impressive—at least smarter than she had initially thought.

But being clever doesn’t necessarily make one likable.

Sometimes, clever people can be viewed with wariness, even dislike.

Sam looked steadily at Celeste. Now that it was just the two of them, it seemed there was no reason to pretend.

Moreover, with this woman’s keen insight, any superfluous facade might become a flaw, an unnecessary complication.

“I don’t like to say pretty words, although I can’t deny that sometimes I lie… but when it comes to feelings, I don’t deceive. Those words were true.”

Celeste’s eyes flickered slightly. “Is that so? Then do you think your status is a match for my daughter?”

“Indeed, it’s not a match.”

“Then why do you still entertain such thoughts, even daring to court her across class lines? Don’t you find it a bit ludicrous?”

Sam met Celeste’s gaze, her face devoid of mockery. He was well aware that what she said was the truth, not an attempt to belittle him.

Her eyes locked onto Sam as she continued, “I don’t mean to insult you. You understand, don’t you? In a relationship, if the man is at a disadvantage, think about what that dynamic would be like. Consider how much you’d have to endure, how long you’d have to compromise. You might say you can withstand it all, and perhaps you can for a while, but you know Angel’s temperament. Can you guarantee that you’ll be able to bear it indefinitely?”

Sam shook his head. “I haven’t thought too much about the future.”

“Is that so? Do young people not need to worry about consequences, or have you simply not considered a lifelong commitment with her?”

Celeste chuckled, seemingly mocking the shortsightedness of youth.

But Sam smiled back at her.

“Focusing too much on the distant future can cause us to overlook the beauty of the present. These are our best years, the prime of our youth. If we can’t live in the moment and savor every minute with Angel, then no matter what the future holds, I’ll regret not enjoying the bliss of now.”

This response seemed to catch Celeste off guard. She furrowed her brows slightly.

“Is that your steadfast viewpoint?”

Sam nodded.

“That’s exactly how I feel. I’ve told you before, I don’t have grand ambitions, and I might not achieve much in the future. I’m not looking to use Angel’s status to make a dramatic leap in my own. I’ve always been free-spirited and laid-back, and by all accounts, I shouldn’t enjoy the so-called high-society life. But for Angel, I might just make an exception.”

Hearing this, Celeste couldn’t help but laugh.

“So you’re saying that being with Angel is somewhat of a sacrifice for you?”

Sam pondered for a moment.

“How should I put it? You must be aware of what kind of person Angel is. How do you plan to arrange her life? What should her future be?”

Celeste didn’t dodge the question. Instead, she calmly picked up a grape, placed it between her lips, and the juicy fruit immediately burst with fresh sweetness at the corners of her mouth. She simply wiped it away with her little finger, then dabbed her palm with a handkerchief.

“In my plan, the future will unfold under my guidance. She’ll meet a man she may not love, but can accept. A marriage of equal social standing, and then she’ll lead the life that truly belongs to her.”

Sam looked at her and said softly, “At that time, do you really think she’ll be living a life of her own?”

“What else?”

Sam shook his head.

“She’ll just start to feel trapped in a family, compromising for her husband, and even facing more things she doesn’t want, enduring unnecessary pain. It seems like you’re giving up arranging her life, as if you’re granting her freedom. But on the road to freedom, you’re just creating another cage, truly confining her life. She’s never been free.”

Celeste’s eyes narrowed at his words.

She suddenly stood up, her movements swift. Although her expression didn’t reveal emotional fluctuations, the danger in her eyes was unmistakable, and a tremendous pressure bore down on him.

The familiar feeling of suffocation seemed to envelop Sam’s entire being.

She walked towards Sam and stood in front of him, locking eyes with his.

Sam showed no intention of backing down, even though his back felt drenched in cold sweat, he still didn’t flee or retreat.

Facing this seemingly fearless Sam, Celeste’s voice turned icy.

“Do you really think that by becoming my godson, you can do whatever you want? Or do you believe that as Angel’s boyfriend, I have no way of dealing with you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then on what basis do you make such a statement?”

Sam felt the sharpness in her icy tone, as if it could pierce his heart.

He struggled to maintain his composure, unshaken.

“I may not be clear about other things, but I do know that Angel has been genuinely happy by my side, happy like any ordinary girl.”

Celeste seemed somewhat amused.

“She is not an ordinary girl. If she were to live like one, it would be a fall from grace for her.”

“Is that so? But if that’s the case, why is she devoid of even basic happiness? Isn’t the core goal of earning a lot of money and gaining status to make oneself happier? Yet Angel can’t find happiness at all. Living a life that’s always arranged, or rather, in a cage, she seems to have all the material things but can’t attain happiness. Isn’t that putting the cart before the horse?”

Sam’s words made Celeste’s expression grow even colder, as if it were freezing over.

She slowly began to speak, her voice icy and low.

“Are you here now to denounce me on behalf of Angel, to criticize her own mother?”

Sam shook his head.

“I don’t have that right. I’ve said from the start, I just hope she can be a little happier, simply happy like any ordinary girl. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t need her to bring me any power or money because I am happy enough as I am now. Those who covet too much only end up shouldering more burdens.”

“And do you, an 18-year-old boy, think you can bring her that simple happiness?”

She asked with a smile. The sarcasm in her words and expression was unmistakable, as if mocking Sam’s baseless claims and wishful thinking.

“There will come a day.”

Sam said softly, as if lacking firm conviction, not trying to forcefully assert his determination at this moment. Yet it was this kind of quiet strength that could silently reach deep into one’s heart.

Celeste gazed into Sam’s eyes for a long time, sinking into a prolonged silence.

Then she began to laugh.

She turned and settled back onto the sofa. Sam seemed somewhat puzzled by the sudden shift in her mood, always unexpected, as if it wasn’t a normal human emotional transition.

She even patted the spot next to her.

“Sit down, will you? Oh, playing the stern mother-in-law interrogating the son-in-law is so exhausting. Can you stop making me look up to talk to you, Sam?”

What was going on here?

Was all that emotion just for show? Sam couldn’t be sure if she was looking for a way out or offering him one.

But he nodded and obediently took a seat on the sofa, maintaining a respectful distance from Celeste. He couldn’t feel her warmth, yet the faint fragrance emanating from her was unmistakable.

She reclined slightly, like a noble queen.

“Were you scared just now?”

Sam shook his head awkwardly.

“How could I be? I know it’s all for Angel, it’s perfectly normal, and I understand.”

Celeste blinked, her eyes shimmering with a seductive softness that felt as comforting as soaking in a hot spring, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor.

This woman was terrifying, able to switch her stance and emotions so effortlessly that it was hard to distinguish between reality and pretense…

It was a good thing she was just Angel’s mother. If she were the female lead in a game world… Sam didn’t even want to imagine what would happen to him.

Celeste smiled.

“How should I put it? Angel isn’t a child spoiled by me; rather, she was forced into this by me. I feel guilty about it, but I didn’t want her to be too naive and thus too easily hurt. I just didn’t anticipate that the cost of not being naive would be the difficulty in feeling love. Even my love for her.”

Sam fell silent. He really didn’t know what to say, especially about the complex relationship between mother and daughter.

But Celeste was looking straight at Sam.

“However, now I’m starting to believe that you can make her feel these things… Do you think she loves you?”

Sam scratched his head.

“We’re just boyfriend and girlfriend, it might not be at the level of love yet.”

“But at least she has never treated any other guy the way she treats you. If this is her unique way of loving someone, could you accept that?”

Sam felt a bit sheepish.

“It would definitely be tough to keep going like this, but I hope we can both find better ways to get along.”

“That’s why I started to hope that you could change her. Because I saw that her attitude towards you was completely different. She even talks back to me for you, which shows that you hold a special place in her heart. Over the years, you’re the only guy who has managed to get close to her, and maybe you’re the only one who can work that miracle.”

Is changing Angel’s personality that difficult?

Of course, even Celeste thought it would be a miracle if Sam actually managed to do it.

But Sam just smiled.

“Her very existence is a miracle. I’m not troubled by it; on the contrary, if I could really change Angel’s personality, I would be genuinely happy.”

“Then I won’t say anything more about you two dating.” Celeste said this and took a sip of her coffee.

Sam spoke earnestly. “Thank you for your understanding, godmother.”

Celeste set down her coffee cup, looking at Sam with a hint of reproach.

“You’re my daughter’s boyfriend… is it still appropriate to call me godmother?”

Sam paused, but the cleverness in him quickly grasped her meaning, and he immediately said with a smile.

“Even though I’m Angel’s boyfriend, that doesn’t conflict with being a child to godmother, right? I will do my best for Angel, and I will also show my filial piety to godmother.”

“Oh? Won’t that be too difficult? After all, I feel tired just thinking about it for you~”

Celeste said this with a seductive expression, her words filled with sympathy, which warmed Sam’s heart a little.

Does anyone know how hard Sam’s life is? He has to deal with several female leads, not just Angel!

Sam is like a gardener too busy to even eat, tending to every flower in the garden.

“How could I? With a girlfriend as unique as Angel and a godmother as charming as you, I should be enjoying myself, not feeling tired.”

“Such a smooth talker, Sam. But you know, too much sweet-talking from a man can make him seem unreliable.”

Celeste gently propped her cheek with her palm, her gaze soft as she looked at Sam.

Sam shook his head.

“It’s all from the heart, not just sweet talk. How could it be unreliable? I’m doing this willingly.”

Celeste laughed heartily, her body trembling with mirth.

In her pure white dress, the neckline drew attention to her breasts, which also quivered, and Sam needed a strong will to keep his gaze in check.

Celeste touched Sam’s cheek with her palm, feeling the warmth of her hand, and he heard her seductive laughter.

“You really are a good son to your mother, I’m more and more pleased with you as my godson. I’m starting to regret letting you be Angel’s boyfriend.”

“It’s no trouble at all, I’m just as devoted to my godmother.”

“Is that so?”

Celeste’s eyes were tender as she looked at Sam, like a vast, gentle trap that one knows is dangerous but can’t help falling into.

Such charm and gaze were like an unsolvable open secret.

“Of course…”

“Well then, godmother has been a bit tired lately, my head has been aching. Could you give me a massage?”

“Ah?”

Sam was caught off guard.

Then he saw Celeste, squinting her eyes at him, saying with a hint of grievance.

“Is it too much for Sam? You just said you were completely devoted. It seems I really am getting old, losing my charm…”

“Not at all, I’m just… overwhelmed by your favor.”

Sam immediately stood up and moved behind Celeste.

And Celeste really leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes, and she said softly.

“If that’s the case, then please, I’d appreciate a massage… I’m getting on in years, and my skin isn’t as delicate as Angel’s, I hope you won’t make fun of me…”

“How could I? Your skin is as lovely as a young girl’s, godmother…”

Sam’s words were not flattery, for her skin seemed untouched by time, almost unrealistically so.

But as Sam reached out his hand and instinctively looked down, his breath halted.

Because from his vantage point, he saw not only Celeste’s features, her dense long hair, but also…

The enticing shape of her breasts.

Even the lace edges of her black lingerie were faintly visible…

Was this a request for a massage, or a new kind of test?

Tsk… such a generous size, she must have been well-endowed when nursing Angel.

Then Sam’s hands gently rested on her head.