The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: I can feel you’re already getting excited
Sam didn’t buy the logic Isabella was selling.

Although such a concept might seem thrilling in a novel, a manga, or a movie, when you put yourself in the scenario, do you feel exhilarated or terrified?

Especially when you know the worst possible outcome for yourself, would anyone really dare to take such a risk?

Despite the danger still looming, the idea of Sam completely breaking everything down and then building a so-called new relationship, a new order… just thinking about it made it clear how difficult it would be.

But it seemed unfair to blame Isabella; Sam could still sense her good intentions.

However, the lack of information flow, the inability to exchange information equally, created a situation filled with unspoken difficulties.

What could be done?

Angel had already started.

She was singing a classic, “LOVE Story.”

Angel’s pronunciation and vocal tone didn’t sound out of place at all.

Her voice was indeed beautiful, and under the lights, she shone like a major star on an international tour.

That defiant, carefree look in her eyes, as if she didn’t care about anyone else.

Combined with her effortless performance.

It seemed like she was completely in control.

Even Isabella couldn’t help but remark: “Indeed, all that stuff online is fake. Those born into wealthy families aren’t useless at all… Angel, you’re quite charming.”

Indeed, she was extremely charming at that moment.

When Angel finished singing effortlessly and returned to her seat, Isabella couldn’t help but say, “Your singing is so beautiful, Angel. Have you ever thought about becoming a star?”

Angel looked at her strangely. “Why would I want to be a star? Are ordinary people even worthy of watching my performance?”

True to form, as proud as ever…

Sophie couldn’t help but interject, “It was just okay, acting all high and mighty like it was something spectacular.”

Angel looked at Sophie and gave a slight smile.

“Why don’t you sing then? Or are you too scared? Oh, don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you for being tone-deaf. After all, it must take all your courage to sing in front of us, right?”

Her blatant provocation made Sophie clench her fists.

“You want to hear it? Then I’ll sing it! Just for you!”

“Heh, of course I’ll listen, just try not to get so nervous that you can’t even speak~”

“Who are you looking down on!”

Whether it was reverse psychology or Sophie genuinely could sing, she picked up the microphone to select a song.

Relaxed, Angel leaned slightly towards Sam as she watched Sophie’s actions.

“Don’t you think she’s acting like a little kid?”

“A little kid? Why?”

Sam didn’t understand why she brought this up all of a sudden.

Angel flashed an inscrutable smile.

“It’s like feeding a child; you have to prompt them to take a bite. She needs to be coaxed into doing anything. She really is like that.”

Sophie, appearing hesitant and unsure, finally chose her song at that moment.

“Click.”

Isabella unexpectedly turned off the lights in the room.

The room dimmed instantly, leaving only the light reflecting off the screen, illuminating the visibly nervous girl holding the microphone.

Standing alone in front of the light, her silhouette backlit, she seemed like the loneliest person in the world.

But her face, flushed with nervousness, made her look so pitiful and delicate.

Her long, smooth hair couldn’t hide her body’s tense demeanor.

Sophie at that moment looked particularly pitiable, evoking a desire to protect her.

And as she raised the microphone, a faint light fell on her face, as if a unique charm was beginning to unfold.

It was a song Sam knew very well.

“Hurt.”

This song was not unfamiliar, and precisely because of its familiarity, it made it particularly challenging for even the best singers to cover or choose to perform.

But at this moment, Sam felt that if Sophie were to sing this song… no matter what it sounded like, no matter how much her voice trembled, it would seem fitting.

Perfectly fitting.

As she opened her mouth to sing.

That melancholic, oppressive yet slightly tender aura immediately enveloped the room.

She was indeed very nervous at the start, her hands trembling, not even daring to look at anyone listening.

But as she delved deeper into the emotion, there was no need for exaggerated, deliberate performance.

The feelings came rushing forth.

It wasn’t an atmosphere artificially created, because it was inherently hers, it was Sophie’s story.

Her voice steadied, emotions flowing naturally.

As the music swelled, the emotion that emerged in her was resilience.

It was the strength found in despair, the light sought in darkness.

It wasn’t overdone, because that was her story.

When the song ended, Sam could almost see a faint red glimmer in Sophie’s eyes.

Isabella and Sam couldn’t help but start clapping.

Angel glanced at Sam, and Sam’s applause gradually softened.

Sophie seemed uncomfortable with the atmosphere; she put down the microphone and quickly retreated.

Isabella, smiling, wrapped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders.

“That was really good~ Turns out everyone is so talented.”

Sam looked at Sophie’s delicate profile, feeling he had something he wanted to say to her.

But in this setting, it seemed impossible to speak.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Angel suddenly said, “It sounds like you’re quite pitiable.”

Instantly, the atmosphere cooled down, and her words seemed to have a negative impact.

Sure enough.

Sophie looked at Angel, her eyes filled with ample anger and dissatisfaction.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“I won’t pity you.”

Sophie was taken aback, unsure of what the girl was trying to convey.

Angel sat up, her expression somewhat cold, but the flush from the alcohol made her seem less harsh.

Her gaze fixed on the final image on the screen.

“Our backgrounds, even our personalities, are worlds apart. But there’s one thing I think we have in common.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That neither of us needs anyone’s sympathy or pity.”

After saying this, she picked up her glass and looked at Sophie.

Sophie’s pupils contracted sharply for a moment, and even under the influence of alcohol, she couldn’t deny seeing something else in Angel’s eyes.

It was something beyond the arrogance, the condescension, the disdain for the world that she despised.

She turned her head away, her face seeming a bit embarrassed, as if she was holding back something.

Sam felt the atmosphere was strange at this moment, even a bit worried. Had something touched a sensitive nerve in Sophie? Was she about to slap Angel?

So, Sam didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, unable to intervene rashly, but also unable to let the situation deteriorate irreparably.

But in the next instant, Sophie also picked up her glass.

“Clash.”

The glasses collided.

Under the beam of light, the two shared a moment of eye contact.

Then quickly looked away.

Sophie tilted her head back and downed her drink in one go, Angel also laughing as she drank.

As they set down their glasses.

There was no fight, but rather this scene.

Could it really be as Isabella said, that sometimes, unknowingly, because of a drink, everything becomes clear?

After the break, is there a vigorous new beginning?

And then the next moment.

“See, I can’t pity you. If I did, how would I compete against you?” Angel flashed a charming smile.

And Sophie also smiled proudly, bravely meeting the other’s gaze.

“You haven’t won yet.”

“Then let’s keep drinking.”

“Drink then!”

The scene that followed was nothing short of chaotic.

Sam was only happy for a moment, just an instant.

Then came countless clinking glasses, one after another, with neither Sam nor Isabella able to stay out of it. There was singing, drinking, and it was just short of someone performing a striptease in front of everyone.

Sam felt dizzy, not from the alcohol, but from the overwhelming scene.

Until Isabella, holding her forehead, said, “I can’t handle this anymore… I’ll just find a room to sleep in, uh… you guys keep having fun.”

Isabella staggered off towards a room.

That left three people, with Sam seemingly the only sober one.

Sophie, at some point, had ended up sprawled in a corner of the sofa, her long legs exposed, her dress somewhat disheveled, revealing her sexy panties.

As for Angel, she was lying on Sam’s chest, breathing somewhat deeply.

What was even happening?

But thankfully, not everyone needed to be taken home; letting them each find a room to sleep in would suffice.

So, Sam first prepared to pick up Angel.

“Hmm?”

Unexpectedly, the moment he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, she lifted her head and looked at him with somewhat bleary eyes.

Sam paused. “I… I’m taking you to a room to sleep.”

Angel turned her head to look around at the fallen glasses and the background music Sam had turned down very low.

Then she looked back at Sam.

“No.”

“Then what do you want to do? You’ve already had a lot of drinks.”

Angel struggled to sit up, then faced Sam directly, positioning herself on his lap.

The contact between their bodies became immediately more pronounced, her scent mixed with alcohol as she leaned against his chest. She looked at Sam with a hazy gaze, her smile at the corners of her mouth seductively playful.

“What do you think?” she murmured.

The question made Sam instantly think of what she might be intending to do, but…

“Are you crazy? Sophie is still sleeping right next to us…!”

She was always charming, no matter the time or place, especially when she had had too much to drink—a girl impossible to resist.

But Sam, who wasn’t completely drunk, knew that now was not the time for such exaggerated actions. It was too outrageous.

Yet, Angel placed a finger on Sam’s lips to silence him. With her other hand, she began to fumble with the buttons on Sam’s shirt, whispering temptingly in his ear.

“Because she’s right there… doesn’t that make it more thrilling? Hehe, I can feel it… you’re already getting excited.”