The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Your eyes are really beautiful
Throughout the entire lovemaking session, Sam was intensely passionate.

He was firing on all cylinders.

Sam could probably guess why; everyone has secrets, things they don’t want to face, things they’d rather escape from.

So, they find other ways to divert their attention, ways to stop thinking about those things.

This seemed to be the best interpretation of what was happening right now.

When Sam left Angel’s house.

His legs were undoubtedly a bit wobbly.

He could tell how much Angel cared about those issues.

She had never said she hated her current life.

But from her words, it was clear she didn’t think she was at her best right now.

Perhaps, she also occasionally fantasized about what it would be like if she were from a normal family—how a naive and innocent version of herself might have lived.

Everyone knows the cruelty of choices lies in the fact that once you choose one path, the other becomes a timeline you can never prove, only imagine.

But perhaps the most cruel thing is not having a choice at all.

Everything has been arranged for you, even what kind of person you should become, what personality you should have, what future you should head towards.

This might be… the thing Angel despised the most.

Powerlessness.

That’s why she turned her hatred into her last form of resistance.

From this perspective, Sam felt a bit of heartache for her.

He hadn’t experienced such a life, so he couldn’t arrogantly claim to empathize, but he could indeed feel Angel’s emotions.

Because of her struggle, Sam felt compassion; this was the simplest form of emotional transmission.

Sam walked through the night, unable to go straight home because he remembered he still had things to do.

This time, the wiser Sam first stopped at the convenience store.

He took a bag of groceries from Mrs. Margaret’s hands.

“Thank you, Mrs. Margaret, I appreciate it.”

The middle-aged woman smiled warmly.

“It’s no trouble at all, Sam. You’ve helped me out plenty, it’s just a small thing. By the way, you cook too?”

Sam smiled shyly.

“It’s alright, I cook occasionally, just to experience life a bit.”

“That’s true, ah, kids like you are rare these days. Alright, go on, you must be busy.”

“Sure, goodbye.”

With the groceries Mrs. Margaret had helped him buy in advance, Sam headed towards the apartment that was becoming increasingly familiar to him.

Man, he was visiting there more often than his own home now.

While in the elevator, Sam sniffed himself. He had showered before leaving Angel’s place, but he wasn’t sure if the scent from making love could be completely erased.

It was probably just his own overthinking. With the cold wind this season, any remnants of semen or Angel’s vaginal secretions would have been blown away.

Sam rang the doorbell.

The door opened even faster than it had the day before.

The face that greeted him was still beautiful, yet slightly disdainful.

How could there be such a magnificent face in the world?

Right, ‘perfect’ wasn’t enough to describe it—it was truly magnificent.

Especially since it wasn’t like setting a desktop wallpaper in a game, where you’d get tired of it after a while and want to change it.

Sophie’s face, the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed.

Even as Sam got to know her better, it evoked different feelings in him.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

The familiar opening move, Sam felt like he was facing a boss he had tried to defeat countless times before, knowing exactly what move the opponent would make next.

But he just picked up the bag in his hand and smiled.

“Brought some groceries.”

“…”

Sophie was momentarily stunned.

She had thought that at this hour, the young man was planning to whip up some bizarre, simple fast food to appease her.

She had already decided to show him a thing or two, to express that she wasn’t a girl to be taken lightly.

But this move really caught her off guard.

But still, it was so late, where did he buy groceries?

Sophie could immediately recall the taste of the meals he cooked; from the moment he started cooking, the aroma was unforgettable.

Now, just thinking about that taste made her almost salivate.

It was embarrassing, but it was true.

“You… you…”

“Stop stuttering, it’s freezing. Let’s talk inside.”

Seeing her struggling to form a complete sentence, Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.

He walked in on his own, heading straight for the kitchen.

Sophie stood at the door, utterly shocked.

What was he thinking?

Did he think this was his house? Then who was she supposed to be?

But Sophie only thought these words in her heart, not uttering a single one aloud.

She even silently closed the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Sam had already started rolling up his sleeves to handle the groceries.

Washing vegetables, chopping them, mixing spices, cooking rice—he did it all himself.

Sophie had thought to herself that watching him cook for her every day without lifting a finger to help seemed a bit improper.

She felt a bit guilty about it.

But whenever she tried to approach the cooking area, Sam would say,

“Step back, don’t get in the way of my cooking. I can’t deal with it if you accidentally hurt yourself.”

“Who’s getting in your way!”

She was actually being snubbed!

To think there was a time she was being snubbed!

This thought made Sophie angry, feeling that Sam totally deserved it.

After all, he had lost the bet, why should she feel embarrassed?

She shouldn’t have any soft spot for this jerk—it was purely masochistic!

Jerk, damn, damn jerk!

These internal grievances continued until the meal was served.

As the aroma began to fill the room, Sophie suddenly couldn’t find it in herself to dislike the young man even a little.

It smelled too good.

The color of the food… the flow of the oil… the perfect appearance of the dishes… even the white rice looked so appetizing.

Sophie really didn’t know how he managed it.

But she couldn’t care less about these things now.

“Let’s eat.”

Sam only served himself a small bowl, as he had already eaten at Angel’s place, and even though they had made love afterward, it wouldn’t have burned off much.

Without the anxiety of body management, this was his only advantage.

Sophie started eating.

In the first few meals, Sophie had been conscious of her image, but now, it seemed she had completely adapted to eating voraciously in front of Sam.

Not embarrassed at all.

What was shyness?

Why should she be shy in front of this jerk?

She devoured her food.

Watching this scene, Sam pondered his own matters, then calmly started eating.

As they ate, Sophie felt something was off.

The dining table was too quiet, uncomfortably so.

It wasn’t awkwardness.

Rather, it was this strange feeling of natural harmony, like an old couple eating at home together, not needing much conversation to coexist.

Especially when she saw Sam calmly bowing his head to eat, seemingly not paying much attention to her, Sophie couldn’t help but become curious.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hmm?”

Sam looked up.

Seeing the expression on the girl across from him, he looked back at her with a hint of suspicion.

“You seem a bit off.”

“Off? No, I’m perfectly normal.”

Sam smiled.

Sophie thought for a moment, then frowned and said,

“I can tell when you’re not normal, I don’t know what you’re daydreaming about.”

What Sophie really meant was simple: it was obvious that Sam was preoccupied with something.

But she couldn’t just say it outright.

Sophie wasn’t good at showing concern for others, no… she had never really tried to care for anyone.

He was the first.

Sam smiled again.

“Maybe I’m just pondering something… Can I ask you something?”

Sophie paused, her gaze inadvertently shifting away.

This guy, why did he have to ask so directly?

But if she refused… would he think she didn’t care at all about what was on his mind?

So annoying.

“Nobody’s stopping you from saying what you want to say.”

Sophie’s tone was still awkward as she spoke, but Sam was used to it and didn’t mind these little details.

“Would you hate someone who changed your life? Even if you now have a lot, but your life has become so complicated, would that bother you?”

Sam looked at Sophie.

Sophie looked back at him.

She said irritably,

“If you want to talk about Angel, just say it. Why do you have to project it onto me?”

“Ah, shoot, you caught me.”

Indeed, he hadn’t expected this girl to be so sharp. But it seemed she knew more about Angel than he thought. How could that be?

Sophie snorted.

“Don’t you think asking me about her is kind of offensive to me?”

Sam gave an awkward smile.

“Sorry, I just asked without thinking.”

Sam bowed his head, ready to continue eating as if nothing had happened.

But as he did, he heard Sophie’s faint voice.

“I can’t really empathize with that, because I’ve never had much choice in my life. She probably has her own difficulties too, but from now on, there are still many chances to change one’s life. Who knows what might happen in the future? People who can’t be forgiven might be forgiven, and lives that seem unchangeable might dramatically change.”

Sam looked up, slightly surprised, and saw Sophie with a faint blush on her face, looking down as she ate.

“Anyway, that’s life, just saying.”

Watching Sophie like this, Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

Sophie couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she looked at him.

“What are you laughing at!?”

Sam shook his head, still smiling.

“Nothing, just surprised that you would consider her perspective.”

“What do you mean I considered her perspective? Don’t flatter yourself, both of you are equally annoying, hmph.”

Watching her complain a bit angrily, yet unable to resist the allure of the delicious food and continuing to eat heartily, Sam found the scene somewhat beautiful.

It wasn’t just visually pleasing.

It was also the feeling that this girl was slowly changing.

Whether it was because of something or someone, it seemed to give him a sense of accomplishment.

This world existed because of Sam.

Maybe… really nothing is unchangeable, even fate.

Sam helped clean up after they finished eating.

Sophie was already lounging on the couch, not wanting to move.

Sam picked up the trash bag.

“Alright, I’m heading back now, you should get some rest.”

Sophie looked at him instinctively.

“Leaving?”

The surprise in her voice made Sam laugh and say, “What? Should I stay and sleep here?”

Immediately, Sophie’s cheeks flushed.

“Who wants you to sleep here? Just go, you’re annoying to look at!”

Sam found this denial quite amusing.

So he moved a bit closer to Sophie on the couch.

“Sophie, I’m starting to think you don’t dislike me as much anymore?”

Sophie watched as Sam’s smiling face drew closer.

She felt an unprecedented pressure.

The scent of the young man was nearing, his handsome face adorned with a smile no one could refuse.

A sudden shyness spread, and Sophie’s cheeks involuntarily began to warm up.

It was as if he would press down on her in the next moment…

“Who, who said that? Just go away! Do you have some kind of problem, can’t you stand not being scolded? Don’t, don’t come any closer!”

Sam stopped when he was very close, close enough to touch her.

But the distance was already dangerously close, and Sophie dared not move. Her wide eyes tried to feign bravery, but her insecurity and weakness were transparent.

Sam smiled.

“Your eyes are really beautiful.”

“…What?”

Sophie was somewhat taken aback by his words.

He got this close just to say that?

What is wrong with him?

But Sam had already stood up, picked up the trash bag, and opened the door.

“Going home now, good night.”

“Bang.”

The door closed.

It was only then that the blushing Sophie seemed to realize what had just happened.

“Sam, you’re really crazy!”

But after this indignant roar, she lowered her head and hugged the pillow tightly.

Sophie couldn’t help but fantasize.

If in that moment, Sam had really pressed down on her, really held her, or even in that proximity, forcibly removed her clothes… would she have resisted?

Could she have resisted?

Just thinking about this question made her ears burn red.

“Sophie, you’re crazy too!”

Of course, Sam was unaware of all this. Often, people overlook how a small action can drastically change the outcome of a situation.

After these interactions with the female leads, Sam had indeed grown a lot.

Life goes on, but countless troubles remain unresolved.

It was already the weekend.

Sam had just gone for a run, not merely for exercise—his physique no longer required any training. Even if he were to lie down or sit all day, eating fried foods, he would still be healthier than the average person.

He went running just to feel the chill of the season, to breathe in the fresh air and relish the sensation of it filling his lungs and then exhaling it.

Sometimes, exercise is just a pure enjoyment.

Afterward, he took a shower and drank a glass of milk.

Just as he was about to turn on his computer to play some games, his phone rang.

“Can’t I get even one day of rest?”

Sam looked at the phone; the caller was Mia.

He sighed in resignation.

“Hello?”

“Sam, you’re awake, right?”

“Of course, at this hour, I’m not a drunkard, why wouldn’t I be awake?”

“Can’t you talk without being sarcastic? Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?”

“Well, not really… What’s up, boss?”

“Do you even remember anything? Are you that busy? Hurry up and get ready, I’m on my way to your place.”

“Wait… what’s going on?”

He wasn’t given any chance to refuse.

Is it really that urgent?

“We’re going to the hospital.”

“What? Are you pregnant?”

“Get lost!”