The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 238

Chapter 238: I really admire her courage
Angel’s artistic skills were far from mediocre.

It would be prejudiced to assume that, as an heiress, she had no talents beyond her wealth.

On the contrary, with ample funds and time at her disposal, Angel had the freedom to explore many things and cultivate her interests under the best conditions.

Thus, her skills in painting and sculpting were, in Sam’s view, truly impressive.

So, if she chose to, she could easily make it clear what she was depicting in her artwork.

The more Sam looked at the figures on the paper, the stronger his sense of déjà vu became, and he had to admit that they likely represented himself and Sophie.

What then was Angel’s reason for this drawing? Was it a scene from a dream, or perhaps… a simple forewarning?

The image was startling.

Angel watched Sam with a smile, as if scrutinizing his facial expressions while anticipating some sort of shocked reaction.

Sam’s expression remained composed, even though his mind was in turmoil.

“How about it?” Angel asked.

Sam looked calmly at Angel, even managing a smile.

“It’s good, but it’s a bit too tragic for my taste. I’m not fond of such torturous plots. I don’t like to see the protagonists suffer.”

Angel put down her pen. “Is that so? What do you like then?”

Sam thought for a moment.

“Simple everyday life, I guess. I think daily life is the real test of skill. Just like our lives, because unexpected things happen, some thrills and twists are quite normal. But to live an ordinary day well, to continue a peaceful, sweet, and warm life, that’s the real challenge.”

Watching Sam’s charming smile, Angel slowly stood up.

Her black stockings, adorned with letters, subtly revealed the flesh tone beneath. The proportions were perfect, and the legs even more so, especially in the Docs that significantly enhanced her height.

Her noble and imposing demeanor became even more pronounced, as if her mere silence could exert a powerful pressure.

“When are they arriving?” Instead of responding to Sam’s earlier remarks, Angel casually shifted the topic.

Sam thought for a moment before answering.

“It’s still early, not even noon yet. They should be here around one or two.”

Angel nodded, then looked curiously at Sam. “Didn’t you remind someone that it might be best not to come?”

Sam immediately widened his eyes, feigning surprise.

“How could I? Why would I do such a thing? This place isn’t dangerous.”

Angel’s smile grew even brighter.

“You’re such a good boy. But I really admire her courage.”

After saying this, Angel turned with an inscrutable smile and walked towards the door of the studio.

“What are you doing now?” Sam asked, watching her retreating figure.

Angel opened the door of the studio, and sunlight spilled over her.

She seemed to shimmer in the light, and Sam sincerely hoped that her personality could be as beautiful as this scene.

But that seemed like a long-held hope.

“Going to prepare lunch; they’ll be here soon.”

Sam was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

Angel smiled.

“I’ve already told them to come over for lunch at my place. You’re preparing it.”

“Me?”

This was clearly Angel’s house, yet Sam was expected to cook?

Was it because she really enjoyed the barbecue he made last time, or was there another motive?

Sam was somewhat puzzled by her intentions.

“Right.”

As the two stepped out of the studio and onto the corridor, Angel suddenly spoke up.

“What’s up?” Sam turned his head to see Angel looking ahead with an expressionless face.

“Do you know what a ‘beheading meal’ means?”

“…Beheading meal?” Sam’s eyes twitched slightly as he looked at her.

Angel burst into a radiant smile, as if the whole world blossomed into brilliance because of it. “I don’t know what it means, just asking.”

“Alright, you better really not know.”

Angel’s kitchen was spacious, equipped with all sorts of tools.

Whether it was a charcoal stove, a grill, or an oven, everything needed to create various styles of dishes was available. For a chef, this might be paradise, not to mention the array of ingredients, from various fresh fish to shrimp and crabs, to vegetables and fresh meats.

It seemed like everything was available, enough for a skilled chef to fully showcase their talents…

Wait a minute. Sam wasn’t a chef, so why the excitement?

“Wouldn’t it be a bit tiring alone, do you need help?” Angel asked, showing rare concern.

Sam shook his head and checked the time.

“There are still about two hours until noon, that’s enough. Leave it to me, you can go rest for a bit. There might be a lot of smoke later, don’t want you to get smoked out.”

Angel frowned. “What are you planning to cook that will create smoke?”

Sam smiled mysteriously. “It wouldn’t be fun if I told you now, rest assured, I won’t disappoint you.”

Angel tilted her head slightly.

“I’ll go rest then, call me when you’re done. Just don’t disappoint me, I really hate being disappointed.”

“Go on, then.”

Angel left.

Sam’s smile faded. Everything seemed normal so far, but the more it seemed so, the more unusual Sam felt it was.

The girl about to arrive was not someone she was eager to see. How could she be so calm?

Sam shook his head and rolled up his sleeves.

Focus on the task at hand first!

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“Is this the place?”

“Yeah, the address is correct, it’s right here. See, it’s written on the doorplate.”

“Wow, it’s so luxurious… So this is where Angel lives.”

Isabella, dressed in a red and white baseball jacket with a white T-shirt underneath and a baseball cap, exuded a vibrant and youthful beauty. She gazed at the expansive courtyard in front of her and couldn’t help but express her awe.

Beside her stood another girl who had come along. She possessed an extraordinary charm, yet her demeanor was quite the opposite.

She wore a simple white shirt with a dark, British-style academic jacket over it, and knee-high black socks peeked out from beneath her pleated skirt. Her overall appearance exuded a particularly aloof aura.

Her smooth long hair framed her ears, and her bangs were slightly tousled by the wind. Her delicate face bore no particular emotion, as cold and indifferent as usual.

“People with money live here, nothing strange about that,” Sophie remarked.

Isabella looked at the girl beside her and smiled.

“Sam should be here by now. Should we contact him first, or just knock on the door?”

Sophie walked forward decisively. “No need to contact him, just knock.”

After she rang the doorbell, she noticed Isabella looking at her curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Isabella shook her head with a smile.

“Nothing, just suddenly realized you’ve got quite the initiative today. Seems like you’re really fired up.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Playing dumb isn’t a good look for a nice girl.”

“I have no need to play dumb…”

“Bang.”

While they were talking, the door opened.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a servant or Angel who answered the door.

Instead, it was the handsome Sam, with a sunny smile on his face.

“Eh? Why is it you?” Isabella asked curiously.

Sam replied with a smile, “I just happened to hear the doorbell and thought it must be you guys, so I came to open the door.”

“Is that so… What were you busy with just now?” Isabella asked, her curiosity piqued.

Meanwhile, Sophie seemed to have caught a scent and frowned slightly. “Were you cooking just now?”

Sam looked at Sophie in surprise. “How did you know?”

Sophie replied irritably, “The smell of cooking oil on you is so obvious, it’s hard not to notice.”

Sam sniffed his arm. “Really? I just washed my hands, it must be that Sophie’s nose is too sharp.”

“Are you saying I’m a dog?”

“Of course not! I didn’t say that.”

“You…”

Isabella suddenly stopped, and both Sam and Sophie turned to look at her. She glanced at the clear sky. “We’re about to meet Angel, is it really okay for you two to be flirting like this?”

“Who’s flirting! Him, really?” Sophie turned her head away.

Sam just smiled. “Isabella, you still love to joke around. Let’s go inside, it’s just in time for lunch.”

Sophie walked behind, observing Sam move around the place with ease, almost as if he were the man of the house. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Though she said nothing, her expression was clearly unamused.

As Sam led them to the dining room door, they could already smell the enticing aroma wafting from inside.

It was a unique fragrance, not the kind they were accustomed to, suggesting it wasn’t a cuisine they encountered often. Yet, there was a strangely familiar quality to it, hard to put into words.

“What did Sam make? It smells amazing,” Isabella commented.

With a smile, Sam opened the door and said, “It smells good, but it tastes even better. Come on in.”

As the door swung open, the two girls stepped inside and immediately noticed Heiress already seated in the dining room.

Her noble demeanor was unmistakable, and even her smile conveyed a sense of superiority.

Angel sat in the seat that symbolized the host, smiling at the two newcomers. “Welcome to my home. My mother and sister had to leave unexpectedly, so I’ll be hosting you. Please, have a seat and enjoy your meal.”

This seemed to be her standard courtesy—gracious and proper, yet somehow, it didn’t feel entirely respectful but rather… full of pressure.

Especially that smile in her eyes, it seemed to bring an unspoken pressure all on its own. Sophie felt it most acutely, particularly during that brief moment of eye contact.

However, she didn’t say anything out of the ordinary and calmly found a seat to sit down.

Isabella, seemingly unaffected by any particular atmosphere, maintained her usual demeanor. “Wow! It’s Chinese food! I haven’t had Chinese food in so long. The last time I had it was in middle school when I visited a friend of my dad’s…”

Isabella sat next to Sophie, and naturally, Sam took his place next to Angel. He introduced the meal with a smile, “I learned to make these dishes from videos, so they might not be completely authentic, but they should taste pretty good. Oh, and… it’s a bit spicy, so don’t eat too quickly.”

Isabella, unable to wait, eagerly picked up her utensils and said with a laugh, “I never expected Sam to be the cook! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were the chef of the Angel household.”

Angel looked at them and smiled slightly. “I think my household chef might not cook as well as he does, and besides, he has his responsibilities here. It’s not just about hosting guests.”

Her words seemed to imply that Sam was already a part of this place, making his role in preparing the meal seem more formal.

Isabella appeared not to catch the hint, merely looking at Sam with a slight surprise. “You think so highly of Sam? I would have thought the chefs at the Angel household would be quite skilled.”

Angel looked at the two of them. “Haven’t you ever had his cooking before?”

It seemed that only now did Sam realize the significance behind Angel asking him to cook—it was a test to see if these two had ever eaten his food before…

What kind of motive was that? Was it really necessary?

But then again, he could understand; after all, Angel was known for being meticulous about such minor details.

Sam had cooked barbecue for them before, and even made a meal just for Sophie once. Could this be considered a minor crisis?

Just as this thought crossed Sam’s mind, Isabella shook her head. “No, we haven’t had the chance. We know he can cook and wanted him to help us with a meal, but he always found an excuse to dodge us. Seems like we don’t have the same luck as you, Angel.”

Sophie sat there calmly, saying nothing, seemingly expressing her stance through her silence.

Sam was surprised; Isabella had lied. And Sophie had supported her lie… Had they planned this?

Sophie wasn’t one to lie; being stubborn wasn’t the same as lying. She wasn’t afraid to lie, but more often than not, she disdained it, treating everyone with equal indifference—that was more her style.

Had the two of them discussed something before coming here?

Sam didn’t know, but he knew he had to support Isabella’s statement. “Well, here’s your chance! Let’s eat now. We can talk about everything else later, but the food won’t taste good once it’s cold.”

Isabella nodded and picked up her utensils. “Then I’ll start~!”

Finally, they began to eat, and Sam wiped a metaphorical bead of sweat from his brow. Good grief, even a meal was so full of schemes.

If he ever married Angel… Sam didn’t even want to imagine what so-called married life would be like.

Every day would be either a mystery or a thriller—and of course, there would be plots like those in adult movies.

Once they started eating, the conversation dwindled. This was also why Sam had chosen to make Chinese food. The flavors were great, and generally a bit spicy, so the girls would be caught up in the cycle of eating the dishes and the rice, continuously.

After the meal, Angel instructed the servants to clean up the dining room.

Then she turned to Isabella and Sophie. “Let’s head to the coffee room for a cup of coffee; we need to rest a bit after eating.”

Sam had a foreboding feeling, but his expression remained unchanged.

Isabella, smiling, nodded and pulled Sophie along.

“Thank you for the hospitality. Let’s go have that coffee then. Just so you know, we’re not really coffee connoisseurs, hope you don’t mind.”

Angel shook her head, smiling. “The coffee is meant to be enjoyed, not critiqued. That’s just something merchants say to add value.”

Surprisingly, Angel took the initiative to make coffee for them in the coffee room.

Sam quickly stood up. “I can handle this; you sit down, Angel. I know how to make it too.”

In truth, Sam wasn’t very skilled at it, nor did he have much experience, but he had watched some videos and it didn’t seem too complicated.

More importantly, he didn’t trust anything consumable that Angel might tamper with. He vividly remembered her uncanny ability to manipulate situations.

But Angel just smiled at him. “You’ve worked hard cooking, let me do this. After all, we can’t have you doing everything; people might misunderstand and think you’re just my servant.”

To an outsider, this might seem like the kind of interaction you’d expect between loving partners. However, Sam could clearly see the veiled threat in Angel’s eyes.

It was a clear signal that she was preparing to make a move. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have insisted on making the coffee herself, nor would she use such a threatening gaze.

But at that moment, Sam could only return to his seat.

“It seems Angel truly loves you,” Isabella joked, still unaware.

Sam kept making eye contact, trying to signal the girls to heed his warning.

However, it seemed that neither Sophie nor Isabella caught on.

Angel brought over the cups of coffee.

“Well, I’ll have a taste first~”

Isabella laughed and drank her coffee before Sam could stop her. Was she really that thirsty?!

As Sophie was about to lift her cup, she finally seemed to notice the subtle warning in Sam’s eyes. Her movement paused for a moment, the coffee cup hovering near her pretty lips.

Angel looked over with a smile. “Don’t like coffee, or are you afraid to drink it?”

Sophie furrowed her brows. “It’s just coffee, why would I be afraid?”

Pretending to ponder, Angel said, “I don’t know, maybe you think I’ve added something special… that might scare you.”

Sophie gave a slight smile. “It doesn’t matter, we’re at your house, and everything we eat is yours. If something happens to me, you can’t escape responsibility.” With that, she tilted her head back and drank.

Sam felt a chill in his heart. It’s all over, damn it all!

After finishing her coffee, Angel turned to look at Sam. “And you, what’s your reason for not drinking? Don’t like the coffee I made, or…”

Sam forced a smile, somewhat grim, then picked up his coffee cup. “Why would that be? Just waiting for it to cool down a bit, and now it’s about right.”

Sam had nothing left to hesitate about, he lifted the cup and drank.

Well, so be it. Let the bloodbath begin. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Angel probably wouldn’t do anything harmful; it would be more like playing a game, so there was no need to fear for safety. After all, what she loved most was toying with people’s emotions.

The only thing to worry about was how she would play and to what extent.

As the coffee went down, it was slightly bitter then sweetly mellow.

But perhaps because of the coffee, Sam’s mood also grew heavier…