The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Because you’re very cute right now
Everything takes time to come to a halt, crying included.

And so does the return of one’s rationality.

Like a girl completely enveloped in Sam’s embrace, as if she had received the comfort of the entire world.

Sophie suddenly realized something.

She lifted her head, her eyes swollen and red, and looked at Sam in astonishment.

“Are you holding me?”

Sam paused for a moment.

“Obviously…”

“Weren’t you asleep?!”

“…With you acting like this, it’s hard for me not to wake up. Should I go back to sleep?”

“Get lost! Let go of me!”

Just like that, the moment of tenderness vanished without a trace, and Sam quickly let go of her.

Truth be told, he had some idea why the girl was crying.

Sam certainly couldn’t hear thoughts, nor did he possess any supernatural powers… and his big cock surely didn’t count, right?

But none of these made Sam a fool.

He might have been clumsy at understanding women at first, but as he deepened his relationships with these female leads, Sam was gradually learning.

Why did he find Sophie lying on top of him, incessantly asking “why” after he had just slightly awakened?

Perhaps it’s just how things are.

When you belatedly realize the importance of something, it might also be when you’re drifting further away from that thing, that person.

Regret is always the main theme in life, with most people living beyond their control.

Sophie might not be entirely forthright, but she’s not a bad kid.

The unfairness of fate made her hesitant to confront many things directly, mostly tough-talking verbally, more about reaching out yet retracting her hand, afraid to touch.

Watching the girl quickly turn away, wiping her eyes in a manner akin to burying her head in the sand, Sam chuckled, lazily sat up, and yawned.

Sophie didn’t immediately leave in embarrassment.

Because she knew that at this point, any further pretense was meaningless.

Having her tear-streaked face seen by him, what dignity was left for her to salvage?

Sophie…

You’re an adult!

Crying your eyes out!

And in front of Sam, no less!

It’s all over now!!

Sophie took deep breaths repeatedly, as if no amount of mental preparation could help. One cannot deny or change what has already happened, just like the scene that had just unfolded. No matter how many reasons or excuses she gave, Sam wouldn’t believe that she was crying just because she was cold, right?

Even Sophie herself didn’t believe that.

So, after taking several deep breaths, Sophie looked up, her gaze somewhat vacant as she stared at the ceiling.

“Since you’ve seen it all… there’s nothing much left to say.”

Sam paused and looked at her.

Why did that sound familiar?

Especially that tone… wait, she wasn’t planning to silence him because he saw her crying, was she?

“…Um, you seem to be in a bad way right now.”

Sam glanced at the girl beside him and said cautiously.

Sophie slightly turned her head to look at Sam.

“I’m fine now.”

“…Really? Then what did you mean by ‘there’s nothing much left to say’? What does that refer to?”

“It means don’t expect me to explain why I acted that way just now.”

Sophie felt her face heat up, but there was no time left for shyness. It was a case of a broken jar breaking further; any excuse would just make her look more pathetic.

Miss here is laying it all out.

Think what you will, but she definitely won’t explain or admit to any of Sam’s guesses!

Sam took a deep breath.

“So that’s how it is… then it’s all good.”

Watching Sam’s relieved and easy smile, Sophie looked at him with suspicion.

“You seem pretty happy to see me crying?”

Sam casually leaned back on the sofa.

“Otherwise, what? Should I cry with you?”

His comment seemed nonchalant, as if there was nothing wrong with it, but the whole idea was absurdly abstract.

Yet, it made sense, and why did Sophie feel like punching him?

Indeed, a sleeping Sam was a good boy, but awake, he was nothing but a scoundrel.

“Who asked you to cry with me! Jerk… just forget about this by tomorrow, you hear?”

It was exactly the response Sam expected, and he smiled at her.

“So, that means I don’t have to forget tonight, right?”

Sophie paused, blinking.

“Why… why wouldn’t you forget?”

Sam stretched lazily, then hugged the blanket, looking at her in her cartoon pajamas, fluffy and overly cute.

“It’s nothing, just want to remember a bit more of how you look right now.”

“That’s ridiculous, there’s nothing memorable about how I look…”

Sophie turned her face away, not because of Sam, but because she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes right now.

It felt like one more glance would make her heart explode.

All the embarrassment she felt earlier would surge back, along with the sensation of her heart racing.

That warmth was something she could scarcely obtain in her lifetime.

Sam’s endearing embrace still lingered in her mind.

That was what she truly couldn’t face, hopelessly sinking deeper into an inexplicable vortex…

What Sophie didn’t expect was, just as she averted her gaze, she heard Sam’s somewhat deep and husky voice in the darkness.

“Because you’re very cute right now.”

Suddenly, Sophie was at a loss for words, her eyes widening dramatically.

Her face, which had cooled down a bit, now flushed a frightening shade of red, as if she was about to bleed.

What nonsense was this jerk spouting now? Was this the typical trick of a womanizer?

She mustn’t fall for it!

“Ha… you probably say that to everyone, don’t try to sweet-talk me with that line, I’m not buying it…”

“No, I rarely call people cute, and I genuinely think you’re cute right now.”

“…Ugh!”

She almost made a sound.

Sophie quickly bit her lower lip to stop any strange noises from escaping.

This Sam was infuriating.

So despicable!

She almost fell for it. Did he really think she would believe him?

He probably said the same thing countless times to Angel, and even to Isabella, right? Maybe he’s been saying it to countless girls since he was young, as men always seem sincere when they say such things.

Despite thinking this way, and constantly reminding herself not to fall for such clumsy womanizer tactics,

Why did Sophie still feel somewhat happy?

“You… not a single true word comes out of your mouth, only a fool would believe you, and you better not say these things to me again,” Sophie said, regaining her composure and sounding quite rational.

Sam chuckled.

“Is that so? You seem very alert now, different from earlier.”

“That… that was just an accident! Of course it’s different, I will always be alert and calm.”

“Really? Then why won’t you look at me?”

The way this girl stubbornly denied her feelings was just too adorable.

Previously, Sam only thought of Sophie as an extremely unforthcoming person, like a mischievous child who neither cries nor fusses but somehow manages to be annoying.

But as their relationship deepened,

As he came to understand more about the stories of this girl’s life and discovered so many of her traits, Sam now believed that no one is just meant to be disliked.

It’s just that some people aren’t good at showing their best side to others, or perhaps their true selves are reluctant to be easily revealed.

It’s like when you’re playing a game,

The harder a reward is to obtain, the more precious and substantial it becomes.

“Why would I want to look at you in the middle of the night? It’s so dark in here, I can’t see anything.”

“Then I’ll turn on the light.”

“You, you, you, you!”

Caught off guard, Sophie couldn’t stop Sam’s actions in time.

“Click.”

Sam got up and turned on the living room lights.

The sudden bright light made it impossible for Sophie to adjust immediately, so she closed her eyes and even covered her face with her hands to gradually adapt to the glaring brightness.

She thought to herself that she might now have the courage to calmly face this Sam.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she had embarrassed herself in front of him; she had done it so many times, what was there to worry about?

No fear!

So, gradually, Sophie lowered her hands, but what she didn’t expect was that the moment she lowered her palms and then opened her eyes.

What she saw was not the familiar living room scene, nor the glaring light above her head.

But… Sam’s face, smiling as he watched her.

Completely caught off guard.

Utterly unprepared.

It was like being shot in the heart without any warning.

Sophie’s eyes widened, with no chance to escape or mentally prepare.

She hadn’t expected that at this moment, Sam would be standing right in front of her, slightly bending down, smiling as he looked at her.

With that indescribably handsome face, with his deep and bustling eyes like brilliant stars watching her.

The allure was unspeakable.

She seemed only able to stare dumbly at this Sam, unable to prepare any words to escape this scene, even feeling like she might melt into his eyes at any moment.

Sophie was speechless, but Sam spoke softly with a smile.

“It’s not that hard, is it?”

“…What did you say?”

Sophie didn’t understand what Sam meant, nor why he had deliberately struck such a pose to look at her like this.

Was it a kind of mockery?

Was he intentionally trying to see her act out of character, to witness more of her embarrassing moments?

It seemed as if there were stars twinkling in Sam’s eyes, the halo around his pupils. It was like the most dazzling moment in a movie, an unforgettable scene that forever etched itself in memory.

“Whether it’s facing me or honestly confronting the discomfort in your heart, letting yourself cry freely isn’t hard at all. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone, but you should let me always remember this moment.”

A tumultuous emotion surged within Sophie.

It felt like a revelation.

It wasn’t the previous sourness, not the kind that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

But rather an indescribable sweetness.

As if someone was holding your heart and tenderly caring for it.

How much had he heard… when all she did was repeatedly ask why, when all she did was turn all her inner words into tears.

But why did it seem like he knew everything, as if she couldn’t escape his gaze?

Did he… really understand her that well?

Sophie’s eyes slightly drooped, her voice no longer firm, weak beyond reason.

“What’s there to remember… it’s not beautiful, I’m just a mess who can only cry. I guess I’m no different from any other girl in your eyes.”

It seemed she had completely let down her guard.

In this moment, she couldn’t hide anything else, resigning herself to self-abandonment.

“That’s right, I’m just like that. Just as you said, I’m that terrible, I like to be infuriating, and I don’t like telling the truth. You don’t need to say anything to comfort me, I can get used to it, the right thing to do would be to leave me… the farther, the better.”

The harder it is to let go.

The more she needed to push him away.

To mask her own attachment.

Sophie knew this truth.

But that’s just how people are, never learning from their mistakes, always repeating the same old patterns.

She didn’t really want… didn’t want Sam to truly disappear from her world forever.

Otherwise, that faint glimmer of sunlight would truly vanish. Her gloomy days would be just like before, no different.

No vitality, nothing to look forward to, unable to truly be happy, unable to laugh out loud, and even less able to freely vent her emotions without any reservations.

All those seemingly trivial bickering… gone.

And Sam, smiling, nodded.

“Of course, I know you’re a terrible person.”

“What are you saying…!”

Why that phrase?

Was this jerk really trying to annoy her at this moment?

But the next moment, Sam covered Sophie with an even gentler gaze, speaking in a softer, clearer voice.

“But I just find your awfulness quite endearing, your insincerity never really bothers anyone. I understand that many things take time, maybe you think it’s not good, that being like this makes you different from everyone else, only this way can you appear strong, having the courage to face everything, but…”

Sam shook his head.

He crouched down, right in front of her.

Sophie’s gaze involuntarily followed his, as if tracing his eyes.

Like a moth in the night seeking the only light.

Perhaps, she had become the light herself, a firefly.

“I think you’re fine just the way you are, no need for any changes. Just… don’t push me away, it hurts me too, okay?”

“…”

This jerk…

How could he say such things at this time…!

“I told you not to say things like that… jerk…”

Sophie turned her head away, the blush on her cheeks more honest than any response.

Sam’s brilliant smile lit up as he propped himself up on his knees.

“There’s no helping it, you know me, I’m just this kind of rascal. Can we get along normally now? Go to sleep if you’re tired.”

Sophie had been clenching her fists tightly all this while.

Gripping them hard, but it didn’t calm her down. She hesitated before saying,

“I’m going to sleep, what about you?”

“I’ll sleep too.”

“But… isn’t it going to be cold?”

Sophie said softly, looking at the thin blanket on the sofa.

Sam thought for a moment.

“Hmm… it might be a bit cold, how about I sleep in your bed?”

“Get lost!!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Sam’s hearty laughter echoed in her heart.

Then, on a certain day in a certain year,

On a day when the grass was lush and the orioles sang,

She stood at the crossroads, looking back at the bustling street, the countless car lights.

But all she could think of was Sam’s laughter at that moment.

She knew that life wasn’t a math problem, not everything’s value could be quantified.

For instance…

The billions of people in the whole world.

None could compare to a boy named Sam on that night.