The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Are you planning to solve problems with your cock?
Walking through the flickering light of the courtyard, Sam’s footsteps on the wooden floor made him feel as if he were crossing a bridge. In his life, he hadn’t crossed many bridges, most of them back in Cedarwood.

He remembered one bridge made of stone; stepping on it felt no different from the ground, except for the sound of the river rushing under it, growing louder as one drew nearer. It wasn’t a gentle stream, but a roaring torrent.

At that moment, Sam realized that everything in nature had a voice, not just beings with human language.

What it spoke—anger or peace—wasn’t for humans to know.

He understood that he needed to do everything in his power to survive, to pass each challenge life threw at him. As long as he was alive, he couldn’t say life was too hard; at least it hadn’t killed him.

Whether fate wanted to mock him or toy with him, the purpose of life was to figure out why he existed or to prove himself to a distant, indifferent creator.

He was responsible for every choice he made.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Sam stopped and knocked on the door in front of him.

“Come in.”

The familiar, calm voice of the girl inside beckoned him like a subordinate reporting for duty. Sam gently pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, Angel wasn’t doing anything bizarre. She wasn’t reading, nor was she scrolling through her phone in bed. In the warmth of her room, she didn’t need to wear much.

Dressed simply in a black tank top with white lace edging, the contours of her thighs were highlighted, as if the lines had a life of their own, each gleam vibrant with vitality. Her clear shoulders and the hollow of her collarbones didn’t give off a frail vibe despite their sharpness.

Her breasts seemed like ripe fruits in an orchard, heavy and full, impressive among her peers not just in size but in their perfect form and hue. They were unforgettable at a glance, not to mention the feel of them in one’s hands.

Such was the girl who could make Sam, standing at the doorway, instantly parched and filled with desire.

But in a moment, Sam collected himself. He had been with several women before; he wouldn’t let such basic temptations cloud his judgment.

Angel was leaning on one elbow at her desk, sketching something on a piece of paper with a pen in her other hand.

“Drawing?” Sam approached, looking over her shoulder. He tried not to focus on her breasts, visible from this angle.

What Angel was sketching was clear to Sam at a glance. She had a unique talent for drawing and sculpture, which is why Sam could immediately tell she was drawing his sister, Ava.

The sketch was colorless, merely outlined and somewhat rough, understandable given the short time. Yet, even these simple strokes captured Ava’s youthful, radiant smile.

“Yeah,” Angel replied nonchalantly, adding a few strokes to the girl’s bangs in her drawing.

“Why are you drawing Ava?” Sam asked curiously.

Angel didn’t look up, focused on the final details. Multitasking wasn’t hard for her.

“In the past, when there were no photos, didn’t people paint portraits to remember the deceased?”

“That’s a bit extreme, isn’t it?” Sam felt a chill.

It hadn’t been long, and she was already thinking about memorial portraits? Wasn’t that a bit morbid?

Angel chuckled, knowing what he was thinking without looking at him.

“Don’t worry, I was just joking.”

“Some jokes shouldn’t be made, especially about my family,” Sam said seriously.

Angel nodded, realizing her joke might have gone too far, but she wasn’t one to admit her mistakes easily.

After finishing the shading on the girl’s hair in her drawing, Angel set down her pen and swiveled her chair to face Sam, tilting her head slightly.

“What would you do if I really had such intentions?” she asked without a smile, her question sounding earnest.

Sam shook his head.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Angel shook her head too.

“I’m not asking you to trust whether I would do it or not. I’m asking you to consider if I did.”

Sam didn’t hesitate.

“I wouldn’t let her be in danger. I’d use everything I have to stop it, no matter who it is.”

“Even if it’s me?” Angel smiled, her narrowed eyes not offering Sam any sense of security.

“Even if it’s you.”

Angel leaned back in her chair, her impressive figure slightly arched.

“It seems that’s your bottom line… But shouldn’t your bottom line only involve me?”

“People are complex; there’s no rule saying you can only have one bottom line,” Sam replied.

Angel seemed neither angry nor surprised by his answer.

“Is your protection of her really just brotherly love and care?”

“I believe so.”

“What if that changes one day?”

“Then we’ll deal with it when it comes, I don’t know.”

“Indecisive men are particularly annoying, Sam. Do you enjoy being indecisive in matters of the heart? You know, people like that usually don’t end well. They either die by a woman’s hand or because of one. I’ve never thought of such characters as heroes,” Angel remarked, her tone dismissive of such sentimentality, viewing it as a weakness in men.

Sam just smiled.

He watched as Angel casually lifted her long, bare legs, the movement causing her skirt to slide slightly along her smooth skin. The view under her skirt was clear to him, and though she wore panties, to Sam, it might as well have been transparent.

He knew every contour of her body intimately.

Yet at that moment, Sam simply reached out and gently held her foot, which felt slightly cool despite the warmth of the room.

“This world doesn’t force anyone to be a hero, does it? I don’t want to be a hero. I just want to live well, to live happily. That’s all,” Sam said, his fingers gently massaging her foot, warming it slightly with his touch, as if trying to warm the coldest parts of Angel.

But was it her feet that were the coldest, or her heart?

Angel scrutinized Sam with narrowed eyes, feeling undeniable comfort as his large hands covered her foot, warmth spreading through her body. He always managed to give her an unparalleled experience, but she knew that what she offered him was equally unique and unmatched.

“If that’s truly your dream… then you should be better behaved. Treat me better, spend more time with me.”

Sam pondered for a moment.

“Then, can I be a little greedy?”

Angel’s other leg stretched out, playfully moving towards Sam’s groin. It wasn’t an aggressive move; she simply nudged the area with her toes, teasing him.

“That’s a little greedy? You should have seen what happened at the dinner table,” she chuckled.

“Are you referring to my godmother?”

“She wants to make your sister her goddaughter for the same reasons I have—to gain more leverage over you. Because of me, she now has to take you seriously, realizing that I might indeed keep you by my side. If she doesn’t want to destroy you, she’ll try to control you. That’s how these so-called powerful figures think. They’re like me; they never trust anyone. Their first step towards anything valuable is control.”

Sam understood this all too well. He also knew that he could only outwardly appreciate Celeste’s gesture. If he truly committed everything to her, he might lose everything, even his very bones.

Angel’s toes and feet felt comfortable under Sam’s kneading, so she didn’t stop him, leaning back in her chair and letting his gaze wander under her skirt. After all, Sam had seen every part of her body, even been intimate with her many times, so there was nothing left to be shy about.

Men are such interesting creatures. Are they never tired of a woman’s body, or is it something they never tire of playing with?

Sam just smiled.

“That’s your business, not mine. I just need to know what I’m doing.”

“Really? Don’t you think you should deal with my mother first? She doesn’t have as much compassion for you. I might consider your family, but she would use anyone around you as pawns. The more she smiles gently every day, the easier it is to forget how she got to where she is today.”

“It’s the first time I’ve heard someone talk about their mother like that in front of their boyfriend,” Sam said, blinking as his hand gently caressed her calf, slowly moving towards her thigh, spreading like a virus.

This silky touch, just staying in one place, how could it satisfy anyone?

“So what? That’s how I see her, regardless of her status. Besides… what are you doing?” Angel reached out and pressed down on Sam’s hand, which had crept up her thigh. Her tone was calm, but her slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her.

Sam smiled.

“Does it bother you? Flirting while discussing matters wasn’t that your innovation?”

“When did I realize you were so flamboyant?”

As Sam stood up, he let go of her legs but didn’t give her a chance to close them. He placed his hands on the arms of her chair, leaning down to look down at the noble and stunningly beautiful girl from above.

Angel was slightly annoyed by his posture.

She placed a hand on Sam’s chin, seemingly to keep him from looking down.

Sam lowered his head to kiss the palm of her hand, then looked into her eyes with a smile.

“Because I’ve realized something. Just talking won’t solve anything.”

“Are you planning to solve problems with your cock?” Angel asked, a hint of challenge in her tone.

Sam had already moved closer, his arms encircling her slender legs, gently lifting them. The position was somewhat awkward, adding a peculiar thrill for Angel.

Sam whispered in her ear, “No matter what, I want to conquer you right now.”

His hand slid up the root of Angel’s thigh, slipping into her panties, caressing her vulva. As Sam’s movements continued, Angel’s cheeks grew warmer, her gaze becoming hazy.

Completely lost in the moment, Angel heard only his words, “Brace yourself for the storm!”