The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Are you ready? It’s about to start
Within five minutes of drinking the coffee, Sam didn’t notice any strange reactions.

But then again, he was acutely aware that night of Angel’s latest supernatural ability, which doesn’t let the target feel anything unusual before it activates.

And Sam somewhat despised this so-called system of his.

It was utterly useless! It couldn’t even check in real-time if there were any debuffs on the host.

“Why do we only see Angel, and not your mother?” Isabella asked, seemingly oblivious to any looming danger, her tone casual as if making small talk.

Perhaps it was also because the ambiance of the coffee room was quite pleasant. The cushions were soft, the walls adorned with paintings of flora, and in a corner, an aromatic diffuser emitted a gentle woody scent, refreshing yet not overpowering enough to induce sleep.

The view from the open window showcased a garden filled with a vibrant array of flowers, neatly arranged so that they resembled a well-mixed palette of colors.

Angel appeared relaxed, calmly sipping her coffee. “She went to visit my cousin’s hometown, probably won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Is that so… Doesn’t it feel a bit scary to be alone in such a big house, or is there a thrill in living alone in a palace?” Isabella asked, her tone somewhat interviewing a princess. It was unclear whether she was genuinely interested in a lifestyle beyond the reach of ordinary people or just scrambling for topics of conversation.

Angel smiled nonchalantly. “You get used to it. It might have been a bit daunting as a child, but you grow into it.”

Sam couldn’t help but wonder, what was Angel like as a child? But it seemed that so far, he had never seen a single photo of Angel from her childhood.

At that moment, as if hearing Sam’s thoughts, Isabella blinked. “What kept you busy as a child?”

Angel’s brow furrowed slightly, clearly not fond of the topic. “Nothing much, just the usual—studying, living.”

Isabella, however, smiled and asked, “But isn’t childhood for most people about playing without worrying about the consequences… Didn’t you like to play when you were young, Angel?”

Sam hesitated, finding the topic a bit odd. It seemed like an ordinary person, who had nothing, was showing off the only thing they could be proud of to a wealthy person who lacked for nothing—a thing both intangible and irretrievable.

Angel looked at Isabella, her gaze carrying a hint of anger. “It’s not that I didn’t like to do it, but I didn’t have the time. Are you trying to flaunt how free and carefree your childhoods were?”

Indeed, while she maintained basic politeness, Angel’s patience thinned when dealing with anyone other than Sam, and her temper flared without any reservations.

Isabella wasn’t intimidated, however, and shook her head with a smile. “That’s not what I mean, and my status doesn’t qualify me to offer sympathy, Miss Angel.”

“What do you mean, then?” Angel clearly didn’t believe Isabella had any good intentions.

Or rather, Angel didn’t believe in good intentions at all, convinced that the world lacked genuine kindness that wasn’t driven by self-interest.

“I just think that, perhaps, while you’re still in high school, you could enjoy this kind of life. Forget about status, try to lower your guard, and truly experience youth—like most of your classmates, making friends freely without fear of deceit or betrayal, letting down some of your defenses and barriers. After all, once we leave school, we all have to face more of reality, and this might be your last chance to be innocent and carefree.”

Sam found Isabella’s words quite sensible.

High school is a magical juncture, and it really doesn’t have much to do with whether you’re eighteen or not.

Before graduating from high school, everyone has plenty of reasons to forget their troubles and enjoy the simple joys of the present. You can tell yourself that you’re still a student, without the ability to help your family with difficulties or relieve their worries, and that it’s okay to focus on your own happiness.

But once you enter college, it seems like all the problems start to pile up.

You begin to consider your future, start to imagine the paths ahead, no longer so naive, and gradually come to understand the harsh realities of this world and society.

It feels like from that moment, youth begins its countdown.

Angel looked at Isabella. “Do you really enjoy preaching about life? Only if you’ve managed to live yours well, right?”

True to form, regardless of the logic, Angel’s retort was triggered.

The thing she hated most was being lectured by others, no matter the subject, it always irritated her. A lifetime of privilege and her upbringing made her resistant to any form of authority, her rebellious streak seemingly endless.

Isabella remained unflustered, simply taking another sip of her coffee calmly. “I didn’t mean to preach, just making a suggestion for you to try. Of course, if Miss Angel doesn’t like it, we can pretend I never said anything. It’s no big deal.”

This was an attitude that seemed even more indifferent than Angel’s.

Sam found Isabella fascinating; so far, he had been unable to accurately describe this girl’s personality.

It seemed impossible to pin down a precise character for her.

She had different attitudes, expressions, and words for different people.

Whether this was good or bad, Sam couldn’t decide.

But this was perhaps the most magical thing about her, making it so that when he thought of this girl, he could only recall her beautiful face, unable to construct a complete image of her personality.

The magic of Isabella lies in her ability to hold her own in any conversation. She might not always dominate, but she certainly never comes off worse, even now.

As the atmosphere between the two speakers grew increasingly strange, Sam coughed.

“Isabella, you’re graduating next year, right?”

Isabella nodded. “Yes, are you going to miss me?”

Immediately, Angel’s gaze shifted sharply to Sam.

Sam broke out in a cold sweat, thinking: Isabella, I’m trying to help you out here, can you not bite the hand that feeds?!

With a bit of annoyance, Sam said, “I was just curious about whether Isabella plans to go to university or something after graduation.”

Compared to the real world, for the students here, whether or not to attend university isn’t that crucial. Many even choose to leave school and start working right after high school.

Isabella pondered for a moment. “I’m not sure yet, probably won’t know until next year. But for now, I’m thinking about Kuhang University.”

Sam looked at Isabella, somewhat surprised. “That confident, huh?”

Isabella just smiled and said nothing.

Sophie, who had been quiet and seemingly disinterested, finally spoke up. “Her grades have always been in the top three of our year. Didn’t you know?”

Sam was taken aback. He really hadn’t expected Isabella to be that academically strong.

“Really? I don’t really keep track of others’ grades. So, senior, you’re quite the scholar?”

He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his comment, but suddenly felt a hand on his thigh.

Then a voice whispered in his ear, “So, what are you implying? Who are you saying can’t study?”

Sam then realized that academic performance might be Angel’s only weak spot… but wasn’t she being a bit too sensitive?

It was just an offhand remark!

“Lol, of course, I meant myself,” he quickly explained, laughing.

At this moment, Sophie glanced at Sam. “But you ranked third in the last exam.”

Sam looked at Sophie, who immediately lowered her head to her phone, opting for silence.

Sam instantly felt the hand that had seemed gentle on his thigh suddenly tighten its grip on his muscle.

“Ouch!” Sam’s expression exaggeratedly contorted.

Isabella feigned ignorance, curiously looking at Sam. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

Sam shook his head. “Nothing, the coffee’s just too hot.”

Isabella, puzzled, responded, “Really? Why isn’t my coffee hot at all?”

Angel released her grip and slowly stood up. “I guess we’ve had enough coffee.”

The others looked at her, unsure of her intent.

Angel spoke calmly, “There’s not much to do at my place, so I thought I’d just show you around. Of course, if you’re not interested, we can skip this part.”

“Interested, definitely interested,” Sam was the first to stand up, jokingly adding, “Stay here for coffee? Who knows what weird argument might break out next.”

The idea was to keep moving, and that was all Sam could think about now.

The other two girls naturally had no objections, and Sophie seemed quite resigned to go along with whatever was happening, her attitude clear: since she was here, she might as well face it head-on.

Following Angel’s lead, they walked through a long corridor to a door, which Angel opened.

Isabella was still muttering, “What is this place… Wow!! Chanel… Hermès… and these shoes!!”

Clearly, they had entered Angel’s walk-in closet.

It was Sam’s first visit here, and only a glance was needed to understand the extravagance. The room’s three walls were converted into wardrobes.

Dresses, T-shirts, and coats were organized by type.

On either side of the door, neat walls of shoes were displayed in crystal-like cabinets.

In the center, like a counter in a luxury department store, various watches and jewelry sparkled under special spotlights.

Anyone would be shocked by this sight.

Angel said calmly, “If you like anything, feel free to pick something as a gift for your first visit to my home.”

Sam was surprised by Angel’s generosity towards the other two girls.

However, Isabella reined in her astonishment, smiling and shaking her head. “That’s not necessary. We’re club members and classmates; accepting these gifts would complicate things.”

Sophie didn’t even need to think about it, coldly shaking her head. “I’m not interested in your stuff.”

Sam glanced at Angel. “Can I pick something too?”

Angel’s smile curled up. “Pick a dress.”

“What? What do I need a dress for?”

“I’ve seen you enjoy cosplay, so dressing up shouldn’t be too much, right?”

Isabella chimed in with a laugh. “Yeah, I’d love to see Sam in drag, wearing a sexy little dress would be adorable.”

Sam looked at them annoyed, “Can we drop this weird fascination? Just because I’m handsome, I have to wear a dress?”

After his comment, Sam caught Sophie’s covert glance, curious, she looked at him and then at the dresses nearby.

Well, great. You want to see it too, huh?

After touring the walk-in closet, Angel led them to another room.

This room was even more extravagant and spacious.

It was filled with an array of antiques and paintings. “These were left by the elders of our family. My mother can’t bear to give them away, but she occasionally auctions a piece or two. The proceeds from the auctions go to charity.”

“My goodness… How much is all this antique stuff worth?”

There were even porcelain and jade pieces. Sam, lacking any expertise in antiques and generally uninterested, noticed something intriguing.

It was a knife, placed on a wooden stand, complete with a scabbard.

“Is this thing an antique too?”

Angel nodded and walked over, picking up the knife. “This is a general’s sidearm from the medieval period, reputed to have been used to achieve a kill count of ten thousand. It still carries a strong scent of blood.”

With a swift motion, she drew the blade from its scabbard. The blade flashed chillingly cold.

The tip of the knife pointed right at Sam’s nose. “Want to take a whiff?”

The air around them seemed to chill for a moment, and Sophie and Isabella watched the scene with mixed expressions.

Sam chuckled and gently pushed the knife away. “Don’t point it at people, it’s easy to cause an accident… and I can’t afford to pay for a damaged antique, better put it away.”

Angel sheathed the knife, and the momentary murderous aura vanished as if it had never been there, just a minor incident.

Afterward, Angel continued to show them around, including a lounge equipped with massage chairs and a cinema-grade screen, and a bath that mimicked a hot spring with its perpetually warm waters—dazzling amenities beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Finally, they returned to the initial coffee room.

After a brief chat, Isabella stretched lazily. “It’s getting late, we’ve seen everything there is to see, shall we call it a day?”

Sam was relieved, thinking that Angel was in a good mood today and hadn’t planned on doing anything ‘crazy.’ It seemed like a day of surprises without danger.

But then, just as the two girls were preparing to leave, Angel looked at them. “Isn’t something missing? Are you in such a hurry to leave?”

Isabella looked puzzled. “Missing something?”

Angel said with a smile, “How about we play a fun little game or something? We’re all here, and it’s a rare opportunity.”

Sam immediately sensed something was off and frantically signaled to Isabella and Sophie to leave quickly.

Sophie frowned. “I’m not interested. Play by yourself if you want, I’m going home.”

She turned to leave.

“Stop.”

Angel suddenly commanded.

Sophie actually stopped in her tracks, a look of shock spreading across her face.

“What… what did you do to me?” she asked, turning to Angel.

The noble heiress simply smiled slightly. “You don’t need to know. Just understand that from now on, I control everything. Go close the door, Sophie.”

Sophie wanted nothing more than to walk out the door, and she did head towards it, but…

“Bang.”

Instead of exiting, she actually shut the door…

Closing the door cut off the light from outside, leaving all the darkness confined within the room.

The three of them were in different corners, yet powerless to do anything.

They could only watch as the heiress, whose demeanor was noble, slowly stood up.

She looked at them, her smile broad and brilliant.

“Now, the real club activity begins. Are you ready? It’s about to start.”