The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Love and destruction
Sam didn’t get home until late into the night.

It felt like a long journey had finally ended as he returned to his small room. Though it lacked special decorations or any hint of luxury, it offered an exceptional sense of security.

Can people only live in familiar places? Of course not, some prefer a bit of excitement.

But Sam preferred places that gave him a sense of security.

It was like a place that allowed you to start over, no matter what you had done.

Tomorrow was the weekend, and Sam had no particular plans. He just lay in bed, listening to the wind outside.

He sighed, staring at the ceiling above.

Then he quietly waited, not for someone to arrive at this hour, but for sleepiness to take over.

He thought about the many scenes he had witnessed tonight, with Angel and Sophie’s figures constantly intertwining before his eyes.

Two different styles, standing under different lights.

Angel was like a dazzling pearl.

And Sophie was like the elusive moonlight, impossible to grasp.

It was hard to say who was more charming; perhaps there wasn’t much of a difference after all.

Thinking this, Sam felt incredibly lucky. What kind of luck must it be to meet these two and have so many interactions?

He didn’t know, but just then, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller was… Ava?

Sam answered the phone, puzzled about why Ava would call him at this time.

It seemed that recently, Ava’s calls to Sam were always particularly late.

“Hey, why aren’t you asleep yet?” Sam spoke softly into the phone.

A girl’s voice, thick with nasal congestion, came from the other side.

“Aren’t you also awake?”

“Your voice sounds strange, do you have a cold?”

“Maybe a little… I’ve had a headache all day.” She said.

Sam spoke softly, “If you have a cold, shouldn’t you go to sleep earlier? Rest is most important.”

On the phone, Ava’s voice carried a slight hint of dissatisfaction.

“At this hour, I’m calling you, my brother, while I’m sick. Shouldn’t you be touched? Why are you lecturing me instead…”

Sam replied with a smile.

“Alright, alright, I truly appreciate the gracious concern from Lady Ava. I’m very touched. Now, could you please go to sleep and rest?”

“We’ve just started talking and you want me to go to sleep? If you don’t want to hear me talk, just say so, hmph…”

It seemed her cold was quite severe, as even her attempt at annoyance sounded weak.

“Who said I didn’t want to hear you talk? I’m just concerned about your health. It’s autumn now, and it’s getting cooler. You should wear more clothes. You probably wore too little yesterday, didn’t you?” Sam said.

Ava responded discontentedly.

“I’m not wearing too little at all… don’t believe me? Look.”

She then sent a picture through her phone.

Sam opened the image.

It was a selfie of Ava.

A youthful and beautiful girl, with an air of innocent freshness.

But Ava was no longer just a little girl; her body was developing, tall and model-like in stature.

The key point was…

In the picture, she was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, revealing her collarbones and shoulders, with her twin ponytails brushing against them.

And beneath the dress, she was wearing white stockings… What kind of outfit was this?

The background was clearly her bedroom, but really, who dresses like this at home?!

Especially Ava’s shy pose holding the phone high for a selfie, she looked innocently cute. But from this angle, it was just possible to see the beginning of her cleavage, which, though just developing, had a unique allure.

Sam almost had a nosebleed. Who taught her to dress and take photos like this?

“Hmm? Why aren’t you speaking, brother? Don’t you like it?”

Sam quickly shook his head, no, no.

This was his sister, though not by blood, but Sam still had moral boundaries. How could he harbor any desires?

“It looks nice… but don’t tell me you go out dressed like that.”

“Giggle, what if I do?”

“Then I’d break your legs,” Sam said sternly.

At crucial times, Sam of course had to fulfill a brother’s duty, ensuring Ava wouldn’t get hurt or led astray.

“Why?”

“Nonsense, first off, aren’t you cold wearing that in autumn? And who goes out dressed like that? Don’t give me that freedom of dress stuff. Just be careful if you dare go out like that.”

“Hmph, why are you scolding me? I was just trying it on at home and took a photo. I didn’t wear it out.”

Although Ava huffed, her tone was clearly cheerful.

What’s there to be happy about? Enjoying being scolded?

“That’s good then. Take care these days, wear more clothes, got it?”

“I got it~ Why are you so naggy, brother? I never noticed before.”

On the other end of the phone, the girl who was lying on her bed speaking softly was barefoot, swinging her legs on the bed.

Her pretty young face showed an unusual shyness as she lay on the bed, one hand holding the phone, the other twirling the ends of her hair.

Listening to Sam’s voice coming from the phone, “Since I’m your brother, it’s normal for me to nag, isn’t it? I can’t just not care about you.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly a bit infatuated. Her eyes were smiling, yet she pretended to be displeased.

“Who asked you to care about me? Hmph, take care of yourself first. By the way, when is your winter break?”

“It’s just turned autumn, winter break is still months away, what are you thinking about?”

“Hmph, I’m just worried you’d come back suddenly without telling me… I have travel plans for the winter, don’t mess up my schedule.”

“Got it, then I won’t come back this winter break.”

Sam said this with a laugh, thinking Ava would panic and stop him.

But unexpectedly, a delighted voice came through the phone: “You’re not coming back? That’s really great~”

Ava actually seemed a bit happy?

What’s going on?

Sam asked, puzzled, “You really don’t want me to come back?”

“Yeah, why bother coming back? It’s so cold in winter, and all that back and forth is such a hassle. Plus, winter break isn’t that long.”

“Alright then.”

Sam felt a bit odd about her response, but perhaps this was just typical teenage girl behavior—those thoughts weren’t something he could fully grasp.

What he didn’t know was that on the other end of the phone, Ava had already made her own preparations well in advance.

Looking at the dates she had specifically marked on her calendar, a smile curled at the corners of Ava’s mouth.

She rolled over, lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

Her extremely long, perfectly proportioned legs were slightly bent at the knees.

Her toes lightly touched the bedsheet.

“I’m going to sleep now.”

“Alright, go to sleep early, and drink plenty of warm water.”

“Wow, such a straight guy response, big brother.”

“Can’t help it, I’m just a simple guy who isn’t slick with words.”

“Yeah right, I don’t believe that for a second. Anyway, good night!”

“Good night~”

After hanging up the phone, Ava blinked, clasping her hands over her chest.

With a smile, she gazed at the ceiling above.

“Wait for the big surprise I have for you, silly brother~”

In this phone call, Sam hadn’t said anything particularly special, and their conversation seemed quite ordinary.

Sam sighed deeply, finally feeling a bit sleepy.

A new day.

On a sunny and dazzling Saturday morning, Sam turned a new page on his calendar.

He made himself a bowl of oatmeal and fried two eggs.

After breakfast, Sam changed his clothes.

A simple white t-shirt paired with a black jacket.

Without needing much adornment, the handsome Sam was enough to be the center of attention in any setting.

Sam then hailed a cab directly to the Cherry Blossom Avenue Angel family mansion.

The weather was crisp and refreshing, and the courtyard entrance seemed very quiet, devoid of bird calls, as if this place was untouched by any noise or ostentation.

Sam knocked on the door.

It wasn’t even noon yet, so it felt quite early.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Angel’s cousin Selena who opened the door, but Elowen, dressed in a suit and with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, looking meticulous.

“Please come in.” She opened the door, her expression as impassive as a robot’s as she looked at Sam.

Sam was taken aback. “Why are you the one opening the door? Where’s Selena?”

Elowen answered without any expression. “Miss Selena and Madam have gone back to her hometown.”

“So, it’s just Angel here?”

“Yes.”

Oh no!

Sam suddenly had a very bad feeling. If both Selena and Celeste were not around… who could stop Angel if she suddenly ‘went crazy’?

Could this all be planned?

“Come in, don’t keep the lady waiting,” Elowen said.

Sam nodded and stepped through the doorway.

“Bang.”

He then heard the sound of the large door closing behind him.

Sam was holding his phone, having sent his location to Isabella and Sophie just five minutes earlier.

“Where is she?”

Sam didn’t see Angel and looked towards Elowen.

Elowen said calmly, “She’s in the studio, Mr. Sam. You can go straight in, no need to knock.”

“Alright.”

Elowen stood at a distance and did not follow Sam closer.

There was no sound coming from the studio, and Sam was curious. How could this girl be in the mood to stay in the studio at a time like this? Was it some kind of necessary pre-battle ritual?

He opened the door, and light flooded in.

Angel was sitting on a tall chair, wearing a pair of Doc Martens and black stockings adorned with letters, which encased her slender, shapely legs.

Her shorts, more akin to slip shorts, were very short and covered by a slightly longer black and white contrast T-shirt. She wore a black vest jacket that gave her an air of sophistication.

Her long straight hair fell over her shoulders, making her look like a capable and sharp businesswoman with a touch of a queenly aura.

This was the first time Sam had seen Angel dressed like this. It was unexpected, but equally stunning.

“Up early to paint? Is this what diligent artists do?”

Sam joked with a smile, unable to see what Angel was painting from his angle, but she seemed quite focused.

Angel looked up at Sam.

“It’s nothing, just a habit. I always paint something on weekend mornings; it calms me down a lot.”

“Do you ever get unsettled?” Sam asked curiously.

Angel smiled casually. “Of course, don’t you also have moments of guilt and fear?”

Sam coughed awkwardly. “But what are you painting?”

Angel didn’t stop her hand movements, continuing to paint as she spoke.

“Just thought of an interesting scene and decided to sketch it out.”

“Really? How interesting, let me see.”

Sam walked around to stand beside Angel, then he saw the content on the paper.

The drawing was simple, not yet colored, but the content and some details were already discernible.

A man and a woman, kneeling on the ground, embracing each other.

It looked touching, but… why were they both holding a knife behind each other’s backs, even stabbing into each other’s hearts?

Sam’s face stiffened instantly, and he turned to look at Angel. “What does this mean?”

Angel gave Sam a charming smile.

“I thought it was interesting. People who understand each other, like each other, comfort each other, are also the ones who hurt each other. Isn’t it fascinating? Love and destruction… it’s an interesting theme, right?”

Is it really that interesting?

The key issue was that the man in the painting looked like Sam.

And the woman… didn’t look much like Angel, but rather resembled Sophie…

What exactly was she trying to do?