The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 297

Chapter 297: I want to feel even more thrilled
“Dinner’s ready.”

The voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Cool and indifferent.

Sam turned around, and Celeste’s shaken expression lingered, unable to settle.

It was Angel.

She stood at the doorway, upright.

No one knew when she had arrived, nor what she had heard.

But there she was, her gaze inscrutable, watching the two of them in their standoff.

It was definitely a standoff.

Who talks face to face like this, eyes clashing directly?

It was momentarily awkward.

Sam wasn’t sure if this timing was perfect or just a bit off.

It was perfect in that he had just finished his statement, but it was too quick; she appeared right after he spoke.

Did Celeste hear him clearly? That was hard to confirm.

And did Angel hear?

If she did, wouldn’t that make his statement seem rather foolish? Of course, the problem wouldn’t be too serious; she knew he was someone who occasionally spoke rashly, and with her level of pride, she’d probably dismiss it as a child’s joke.

Disdainful.

But Celeste, momentarily lost in thought, quickly diverted her gaze.

“Dinner, then? Let’s go, Sam. You must be starving after all this time.”

She immediately switched to a smiling face, even her voice softened to an incredibly gentle tone, which sounded pleasant, but it made Sam’s scalp tingle.

What a quick change of face.

Even her tone changed.

Sam also put on a smile.

“Yeah, let’s go have dinner.”

Angel watched the two smiling faces approaching her.

She frowned slightly.

As Celeste walked past her, Angel showed no reaction.

But as Sam passed by her side, she suddenly, without a word, reached out and grabbed his hand.

Sam was startled, unsure of the sudden gesture.

But Angel just gripped Sam’s hand tightly and then led him out of the room.

Before Sam could voice his confusion,

The cold, yet stunningly beautiful girl softly said, “Why are you sweating so much? Are you scared?”

She might have heard everything.

She just chose not to interrupt, curious about what Sam and her mother would say, or perhaps she spoke then just to mitigate any danger Sam might face?

It’s unclear.

Rationally, Sam felt that Angel couldn’t possibly be so kind to him.

But everyone has their emotional side. What if Sam really did change her, even if just by a stroke of luck?

Since it couldn’t be proven, he might as well treat it as a small hope.

He smiled, somewhat wearily.

Though physically fine, facing off against a woman like Celeste was immensely stressful, as if it drained all his mental energy.

Like those novels, afflicted by mental contamination.

Either madness or a blank mind was the outcome.

Sam knew he couldn’t hide it any longer, so he just smiled and said,

“It’s okay, sorry to worry you.”

This time, Angel didn’t retort with something like Sam being presumptuous. Instead, she looked towards her mother’s retreating figure and said,

“Don’t underestimate my mother. You should know, during those days when she took over the power in our family, how many people she sent to prison, how many became beggars overnight, and even now, many don’t dare return to the country. Playing with fire in front of me might just get you killed, but in front of her, it won’t just be you suffering—everyone around you will too.”

Before Sam could respond, Celeste ahead of them turned around with a smile, her hands elegantly poised in front of her, like a very gentle housewife.

She looked at them with a smile.

“Come on, what are you chatting about? Not even eager to eat.”

“…”

Truly terrifying.

I really was… out of my mind just now.

During the meal, Celeste didn’t bring up anything about her standoff with Sam or mention any clues she had learned about Sam’s recent activities.

It was just an ordinary meal.

It seemed like only simple yet warm family chatter remained at the dinner table.

Warm, was it?

The atmosphere did seem so, with a mature woman doting on the younger generation.

A beautiful girl who ate quietly, seemingly indifferent to these matters.

And a little girl who seemed always full of energy and curiosity.

Plus, a young man who would smile and answer any question, appearing proper and polite.

Who would have thought that apart from Selena, who was still in 9th grade, there wasn’t a single purely good person here?

Sam found it quite absurd too. The key was that the atmosphere naturally became like this. How should one put it…

It was like a group of actors with excellent skills, who had seamlessly slipped into roles that weren’t originally theirs, to the audience’s applause.

Only the actors caught in the midst of it knew that all was not as beautiful as it appeared.

Finally, the meal was over.

Celeste stood up, signaling the servants to clear the table, and smiled at the two.

“I heard Sam did well on his exams this time.”

Sam nodded and smiled.

“Not bad, but I didn’t get first in my grade.”

He couldn’t help it; Sophie’s proudest achievement was probably her grades, and Sam, being quite emotionally intelligent, wouldn’t take away her only pride.

Of course, surpassing her would be quite difficult anyway.

Celeste nodded.

“Not bad. Although grades aren’t everything, good grades are one of the many criteria for talent. I’m very pleased. Oh, I’ve never really given you anything since I took you as my godson, so let this be it. I thought it looked nice when I bought it, and there aren’t any men in the house to give it to, so it’s perfect for you.”

Saying this, Celeste pulled out an unwrapped watch from her small bag.

It was unclear when she had prepared it, but the craftsmanship was exquisite. The watch face was beautifully carved, and although it lacked ostentatious diamonds, even the glass cover of the watch was clearly not ordinary glass. Sam couldn’t tell what material it was, but it was distinctly different from the kind his father often wore.

“Ah… this is too valuable, I can’t accept such a significant gift. I haven’t given Godmother anything either, I really can’t take it.”

Celeste just smiled gently.

“Keep it. It’s normal for elders to give gifts to the younger ones without expecting anything in return. I’d be unhappy if you didn’t accept it.”

Can you stop trying to be cute?

Sam took the watch, which wasn’t overly flashy but of excellent quality.

Celeste said with a hint of regret.

“Ah, I opened the packaging. If you want it wrapped, I can have someone look into that…”

“No need for that, I’m not going to sell it. It’s precious enough as it is.”

“What a good kid. Go keep Angel company, I need to rest for a bit.”

Celeste smiled and left the living room, and Selena also went back to her room to study, though she was probably going to play video games.

Sam naturally followed Angel to her room for some private time.

He no longer felt awkward; after what had just happened, nothing seemed too daunting for Sam anymore.

He held the watch, sitting on the edge of Angel’s bed, lost in thought.

Angel took off her hair tie.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, naturally releasing a fresh scent.

“Do you really like the watch my mom gave you that much?”

Sam looked at Angel.

“How much is this watch worth?”

“Not much, about the price of five cars.”

“Do you think it’s possible that this isn’t just a watch?”

“What else could it be, did it scare you silly?”

“…I just think it’s not that simple. Maybe there’s something like a tracker inside, and if she ever loses it, she could trigger a mechanism that injects lethal poison into my bloodstream…”

Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’ve been watching too many sci-fi movies. As far as I know, that kind of technology isn’t possible on this watch, and there’s no need for it.”

“Oh, that’s good then…”

“But what you said about a tracker might be possible.”

“…So it’s definitely there then.”

Sam wasn’t feeling lucky at all. Celeste had given him such an expensive watch, and it was even deliberately unpacked. What good could come of this?

Clearly, it wasn’t anything good, and Sam would probably have to wear it often in her presence, otherwise, it would be seen as disrespectful.

A blatant scheme.

Not even trying to hide it.

Angel leaned against the headboard, looking very casual, even taking off her socks to reveal her long, sexy legs and delicate toes.

She looked at Sam.

“How long are you going to stare at that watch? Why don’t you take it home and worship it?”

Sam gave a wry smile and put down the watch. Then he turned to look at Angel, whose expression was cold but whose posture was incredibly enticing.

“No, just feeling a bit unsettled. I feel like I’ve done something terrible.”

Angel’s lips curled slightly.

“Speaking like that in front of her, you really did do something remarkable.”

Sam thought she was mocking him.

He shook his head.

“I must be crazy.”

But the next moment, Angel grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him down onto the bed.

Sam was still dazed, unsure of what was happening.

What’s this about?

Is this some kind of revenge for her mother?

The next moment, Angel straddled him, her long legs flipping over as she sat on his waist.

She towered above him, her somewhat disheveled hair like a dense forest, almost covering the light.

But she was clearly smiling.

Not a dangerous smile, but one that clearly showed she was happy.

She lowered her voice and said.

“But I’m very happy.”

“Huh?”

What’s there to be happy about?

She leaned down closer to Sam’s eyes and whispered.

“Seeing her lose her composure like that… it’s unprecedented, so I’m really happy. No… I should say it’s thrilling.”

“…Well, if you’re happy, that’s good.”

“That’s not enough.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to feel even more thrilled.”