The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Have a cup of coffee, young man
“Wow, you’re really impressive. Today at the office, I heard people talking about the swimming competition. They mentioned a young girl from Cedarwood who’s incredibly fast and skilled in swimming…”

At the dinner table in Angel’s house, Celeste suddenly brought up the topic.

Sam instinctively looked at this woman, who appeared so amiable and approachable in front of many.

“Godmother, you still have to work?” Sam asked.

Celeste glanced at Sam. “What else do you think I do when I leave the house every day? Go for a walk?”

Angel almost couldn’t hold back a laugh. This young man always managed to stir up some bizarre situations and say things others wouldn’t think of. Who else would steer the vast enterprises if not this woman? Was it supposed to be Biscuit?

Sam chuckled. “Ah, maybe it’s because I’ve never heard Godmother talk about these things. Seeing you at home, I almost forgot how busy you are every day. Take care of your health.”

Celeste immediately beamed with joy. “At least my godson cares about me.”

Angel immediately glared at Sam. So, this was his roundabout way of flattering? Where did he learn such tricks?

It was then that Ava looked up. “Huh? What did you just say?”

“Nothing, just wanted to ask how you did in today’s competition?”

From Ava’s mood upon returning, it was clear how she had performed, but everyone knows that for young people like her, some things need to be asked to let their joy flow freely.

Ava’s expression suddenly turned proudly coy, like something out of a textbook. “It was okay, I guess. I performed normally, finished first in my group, and made it to tomorrow’s finals. What are you all laughing at?”

Ava hadn’t realized that her behavior was exactly what everyone had expected, and now they looked at her as if confirming their predictions.

Celeste shook her head, smiling. “Nothing, nothing. Just amazed at how effortlessly you made it to the finals. Have you ever considered pursuing a career as an athlete?”

Ava hesitated only briefly before shaking her head. “Being an athlete is too exhausting. The training for professional athletes is completely different from what we do, so I haven’t considered it.”

Celeste nodded. “That makes sense. Being an athlete is really a young person’s game, and it’s quite risky. If something goes wrong and you don’t achieve much, life after retirement might not be so great. And a talented girl like Ava could have an easier time being a model or something.”

“It’s too early to talk about those things now…”

Ava blushed at the praise. Under Celeste’s ‘care,’ she indeed seemed to be getting used to the place. All her discomfort was relative, and besides, Sam knew her well enough to know she wasn’t the type to make a fuss without reason.

After dinner, as usual, Sam went to Ava’s guest room to spend some time. With the finals approaching, a competition that could affect her schooling, he seemed even more nervous than she was.

Sam could now truly understand what it felt like to be a parent—watching over a child’s critical moments, feeling even more anxious than the child themselves.

“What are you doing, going back and forth, fussing with the blankets and sheets?” Ava’s behavior confused Sam.

They hadn’t spoken much before the young man started pacing the room restlessly, fussing with the bed sheets and picking up trash, displaying a pointless busyness that was both annoying and somewhat amusing.

“Do you feel nervous?” Sam looked at her.

Ava looked back, puzzled. “Nervous about what? You’re the one who’s annoying me.”

“Really? You have your finals tomorrow, aren’t you nervous?”

Sam looked at his sister, bewildered.

Ava laughed. “Why should I be as nervous as you, unable to speak properly? Would that satisfy you?”

“That’s not it, but I’m just curious. Are you always this composed? I’m nervous for you.”

“What good does your nervousness do?…Silly brother.”

Although Ava said this, seeing her brother genuinely concerned made her secretly pleased. He wasn’t the one competing, yet he was so worried about her. She didn’t understand why he was always so stubborn, never saying the things she wanted to hear.

Sam sighed, finally able to sit down and calm down a bit.

“Your attitude is good, though. That’s also good.”

Ava twirled a pen in her fingers, her slender, pale fingers making the action look quite elegant.

“I’m never nervous about competitions. I don’t know what you’re worried about. If I win, I win; if I lose, it’s because I wasn’t good enough.”

“But many people get affected by their nerves, right?”

“That’s true, but I think I’m okay.”

“That’s where your unique talent lies.”

Why was she so easily shy then? Sam couldn’t figure out the mysterious workings of this young girl.

“Okay, stop staring at me. I was fine, but you’re making me nervous.”

Sam was surprised to see Ava pushing him out. Wasn’t it usually her clinging to him, not wanting him to leave? And she said she wasn’t nervous!

“You’re really okay?”

“Ah, I’m fine. Go do whatever you need to do, go, go~!”

Ava seemed impatient and pushed Sam out the door.

“That…”

He still tried to say something.

But the next moment, Ava waved at him.

“No more, good night!”

“Bang.”

The door closed.

Sam, feeling like he had been shut out, touched his nose.

When Sam returned to Angel’s room, the noble heiress laughed at the sight of him looking disheveled.

“What happened to you, got rejected?”

Sam looked at Angel strangely.

“Do I look like someone who gets rejected easily?”

Angel actually considered this seriously.

“Well, those who would reject you will, and those who wouldn’t, won’t.”

“That’s basically saying nothing.”

“Don’t you like to talk nonsense? But what happened, really rejected by your sister?”

Sam sighed and lay down on Angel’s bed.

“I thought she’d be nervous about the finals tomorrow, wanted to comfort her. But she was as calm as anything, and I ended up getting kicked out. Don’t laugh!”

Sam hadn’t finished speaking when Angel couldn’t help but revel in his misfortune.

“Why can’t I laugh? You look really funny.”

“Is it necessary?”

“Of course, it’s like an old father of a brother, endlessly rejected by his sister. How do I put it, it’s very lifelike.”

Sam looked at her, suddenly struck by a thought.

“In a way, I’m also your older brother.”

Angel immediately bristled as if a switch had been flipped.

She got up, straddled Sam on the bed, and looked down at him like a true queen.

“You’ve been getting bolder lately. I think your wings are hard enough to fly.”

In that position, Sam made a sudden thrust of his hips that almost knocked Angel off.

When she regained her balance, Sam had already grabbed her hand, helping her stabilize.

He smiled mischievously.

“It’s not just my wings that are hard.”

“Jerk…”

“Want to try?”

The switch of desire was flipped again, and their clothes began to come off one by one—first the coats, then the underwear, socks, until they were completely naked.

Angel felt that their sexual life was becoming more natural, but it never felt tiresome. It was like a multi-layered cake, each taste different every time you tried it.

Of course, that included Sam’s endless tricks.

Like pinning Angel down, his penis teasing her entrance, then leaning close to her ear, almost biting her earlobe.

“Does it feel good?”

“…Don’t ask me.”

“What’s wrong, can’t I ask?”

“Can you focus during sex…”

“Multitasking doesn’t affect anything, tell me.”

“Tell you what… jerk.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Call me older brother.”

“Uh… dream on!”

“Come on~ Call me older brother, no one else can hear.”

“You… don’t do this… uh. Really annoying, why didn’t you warn me before going in…”

“Call me…”

“Older brother.”

“Good girl~”

“You wait… uh! Lighter… lighter…”

“By the way… there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“Tomorrow we’re going to see Ava’s swimming finals…”

“Uh… go slower, what’s gotten into you today, starting so fiercely.”

“Yeah… Isabella and Sophie said they want to come too…”

“…”

“…”

“Bang!!”

Sam was kicked off the bed, clutching the edge.

He looked up to see the heiress’s gaze turn icy, as if she could devour him.

She simply said.

“Get out.”

Sam was stunned.

“Where should I sleep?”

“It doesn’t matter to me where you sleep, but if you dare go out, you’re done. Now get out!”

“…”

The greatest kindness and mercy Angel showed this young man was letting him put his clothes back on.

Sigh.

Still too hasty.

How could he think that Angel, even during sex, wouldn’t get angry with him?

Now the question was, where should he go?

Not to Ava’s room, to avoid disturbing her rest before the competition.

Certainly not to Selena’s, that would be criminal!

And he couldn’t leave…

Sam wandered aimlessly and ended up in the front courtyard, only to find it brightly lit.

Walking over, he unexpectedly saw Celeste, her hair neatly done, looking at the night sky in the courtyard, elegantly sipping coffee.

Seeing Sam appear, she wasn’t surprised at all, even smiling.

“Troubled? Have a cup of coffee, young man.”