The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: You knew I was awake last night, didn’t you?
It was unclear how long the ‘battle’ lasted; it seemed as if time had been forgotten.

Sam was well aware that Sophie, having witnessed all this, would likely find it hard to sleep.

But at last, it was over.

Sam sat on the sofa, gasping for air.

Angel, on the other hand, appeared somewhat dazed, with white semen flowing from her anus. She seemed almost unconscious, and if not for her rapid breathing, one might have mistaken her for dead.

Sam glanced again at Sophie, who still seemed to be sound asleep. Good grief, how long had she been in that position without moving?

“Do you… want to take a shower?” Sam asked the limp Angel beside him.

Angel seemed too lazy even to open her eyes, let alone speak.

Sam thought it over and decided not to prolong the awkwardness. It was time to quit while ahead.

The recent frenzy was like a sandstorm in the desert, fiercely sweeping through without leaving a trace afterward.

So, Sam gently lifted the girl by the waist and carried her to the bathroom.

A karaoke place having a toilet made sense, but a bathroom… well, it probably wasn’t meant for ordinary use and wasn’t easily accessible to just anyone. There was no need to delve into these matters.

After preparing the bathwater and gently placing the girl in the bathtub, Sam didn’t immediately join her. Instead, he quickly dressed and stepped out, taking the opportunity to tidy up the ‘aftermath’ while Sophie was still ‘asleep’.

He wiped the semen off the sofa with paper towels and picked up the scattered tissues. Most importantly, he gathered Angel’s panties and bra.

Having done all this, Sam then returned to the bathroom.

After a while, convinced that Sam wouldn’t return, Sophie finally sat up.

She looked at the spot beside her, where it seemed as if nothing had happened, yet she could still smell the scent of semen in the air.

She rubbed her head, somewhat distressed.

This is insane.

She had pretended to sleep for so long without stopping them. What was she even thinking?

More importantly… what was she really pondering during all this?

Those complex emotions that seemed impossible to dissect were something else.

She didn’t want to think about it, but there seemed to be a magical force inside her, a voice urging her to keep analyzing. But Sophie didn’t want to do that right now…

She propped herself up, her legs feeling weak.

She wasn’t sure if it was from pretending to sleep too long, or if those images were still etched in her mind, leaving a restless heat in her heart.

Sophie chose the furthest room, a compartment unlikely to be mistakenly entered by anyone.

She didn’t want to hear any more noises.

Clutching the pillow, clutching the blanket, forcefully.

Thinking of that scene.

Thinking of Sam forcefully entering Angel.

It was as if she heard something tearing.

She could clearly understand that this emotion was discomfort.

But why feel discomfort?

Why?

Sophie’s fingers clenched the blanket, whitening her knuckles. Deep breaths couldn’t fend off the tsunami in her heart at this moment.

…

“What took you so long…”

In the empty bathroom, lit by a long-missed light, the overhead lamp made it hard for Angel to close her eyes and sleep under the warm water flow. She felt him enter the bathtub, felt Sam gently wiping her body, as if cleaning a fine piece of art.

Sam was earnestly washing the girl, his physique telling him he could continue, but indeed, he couldn’t go on any longer; tonight had already been crazy enough.

As Sam washed her carefully, he spoke softly.

“It’s nothing, just tidied up a bit. You don’t have to do anything, should I not clean up after?”

Angel looked at him irritably.

“Isn’t it because of you? Who asked you to be such a ‘savage’ and fuck my ass like that?”

Sam chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“It sounds like you’d take care of things if I hadn’t fucked your ass, but in the end, isn’t it always me who does?”

That was a fact; expecting Angel to do housework was like expecting pigs to fly.

Angel squinted seductively at Sam as he gently wiped her skin. There was a unique earnestness about him at that moment, a charm that was easy to overlook but strangely captivating at times.

Like right now.

“Why did you get so worked up all of a sudden? What happened?”

Sam shook his head. “Maybe just a sudden rebellious spirit, wanted to show you some colors.”

“Rebellious? You want to show me some colors?”

Angel’s dissatisfaction seemed feeble, lacking any real force, as she was simply too exhausted to speak without yawning.

Sam smiled at her.

“Did I manage to show you some colors then?”

Looking at his smug face, Angel felt like slapping him.

But she couldn’t even lift her hand, letting Sam manipulate her freely in the bathtub.

Angel huffed lightly. “That’s it.”

Sam smiled nonchalantly.

“Not satisfying the Heiress is indeed a dereliction of my duties. Give me another chance, next time I’ll put in even more effort.”

Thinking about the craziness of tonight, Angel’s legs were still weak, an undeniable fact, but one she wouldn’t voice.

Even crazier?

Are you trying to kill me?

Sam finished washing Angel, and he quickly rinsed himself off, then dried Angel’s breasts and genitals.

What Sam hadn’t expected was that he’d have to help her dress too; she was practically like a Barbie doll.

And Sam was like a child playing house, eager to dress his beloved doll in his favorite clothes.

Finally, he carried her into an unoccupied room, and they slept in the same bed.

“Sophie isn’t outside.”

Angel, with her eyes closed, nestled in Sam’s arms, suddenly said this.

Sam paused, staring at her unchanging face in the darkness before replying.

“She might have gone to rest, after all, sleeping on the sofa isn’t comfortable.”

“Waking up suddenly at this time? Is it possible she’s been awake for a while?” Angel asked.

“I don’t know… it’s unlikely, otherwise, given her personality, she would have jumped up and scolded us by now,” Sam offered a not very convincing possibility.

Angel, with her eyes still closed, chuckled.

“People like to deceive themselves… but what does it have to do with me? After all, you’re the one who will bear the consequences.”

“…”

Sam had no comeback to that.

Yes… he would have to bear all the consequences.

But was it possible that he had already made preparations in advance to deal with some of these consequences?

Who knows.

Sam tucked Angel in and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Rest now. I’ll take care of everything.”

“You talk as if you really can handle everything.”

Sam smiled, leaned down, and kissed her fragrant, soft hair.

“A man’s shoulders don’t need to be too broad, just wide enough to shield a girl’s head is enough.”

Angel couldn’t help but snort in laughter.

Sam feigned anger and asked.

“Looking down on me?”

Angel opened her eyes, her bright gaze fixed on Sam, then she flashed a confident smile.

“It’s not that I look down on you. It’s just that I should be the one shielding your head. Apart from the hurt I cause you, no other harm will get past me to you.”

Sam looked at her.

Looked into her slightly fluctuating eyes.

He sighed after a long pause.

“I was supposed to say something killer at this moment… but you’ve outmaneuvered me. How can you speak such sweet nothings, Heiress?”

“It might be a talent.”

“Since it’s sweet nothings, does that mean you’ve fallen for me?”

“That’s not possible, I think it’s you who’s fallen for me.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time…”

Angel tightened her embrace around Sam’s body, closed her eyes, and said no more, as the long night silently narrated the story of time.

As Sam had anticipated, the scene in the morning was somewhat awkward.

He couldn’t meet Sophie’s eyes, and she did her best to avoid his gaze.

Yet, Angel deliberately asked, “Why do you look so odd? Did something happen?”

Sophie glared at Angel. “You’re overthinking it. It’s just annoying to wake up in a strange place.”

But what she thought was: Don’t you know what happened last night? You were the one making the most noise!

Angel looked thoughtful as she glanced from Sophie to Sam, and finally at Isabella.

“Senior, did you hear any noises last night?”

Isabella stretched lazily, her sensual figure unmistakable.

“Noises? What noises? I drank too much and was out of it. Did something happen?”

Angel shook her head with a smile.

“It’s nothing.”

Isabella then energetically announced, “Then I declare this club event a complete success! Alright, let’s head home and rest. I need to sleep off this hangover—definitely can’t do this a second time…”

Her statement sounded as if a guy, after watching an adult movie, declared: “I’m never masturbating again.”

People are good at regretting and then repeating the same mistakes.

However, what was slightly odd was that Angel didn’t stop Sam and the two girls from heading home together; instead, she had Elowen send a car to pick her up first.

Before getting into the car, she smiled at Sam and lowered her voice.

“I’m actually quite curious to see how you all will get along this time.”

The car sped away, leaving the three standing by the roadside.

Isabella, curious, leaned in. “What were you guys talking about?”

Sam hadn’t thought of an excuse yet.

Sophie, clearly impatient, said, “Why are you so curious about other people’s relationships? If you’re not leaving, I’m going back alone.”

The three of them boarded the bus together.

Isabella’s destination was closer, and before getting off, she looked at the oddly tense duo and smiled. “Well, I’ll be off then.”

Sophie didn’t respond, just stared out the window, maintaining that posture for a long time, motionless.

Sam waved his hand. “Rest well, see you, senior.”

Isabella, however, smiled and lowered her head, causing Sam to pause, the proximity leading to a slight misunderstanding. For a moment, he even thought she was going to kiss him.

But clearly, this girl knew where to draw the line.

She stopped very steadily, yet very close.

With an indescribable look in her eyes, she lowered her voice and said to Sam, “Good luck.”

“…”

Isabella smiled and quickly stepped off the bus, and the moment the door closed, it felt as if the temperature inside the bus dropped a few degrees.

Still, one in the front seat and one in the back.

But the girl by the window, her aura was even more forbidding.

It seemed you could only look at her, unable to utter a word, only the glass window faintly reflecting her isolated, cold face.

Until they reached the stop.

Watching her stride without pause towards her apartment.

“Sophie.”

Sam called out her name.

The girl stopped, her flowing hair gradually settling.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around, staring straight at Sam.

“You knew I was awake last night, didn’t you?”