The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Because I believe what you say more than others
Sam was quite surprised, or rather, utterly astonished.

It was already late at night, a time when many would have long been asleep. Yet here was this woman, Celeste, sitting in the living room in the chill of a winter night, dressed in clothes that hardly seemed warm, gazing out at the night view of the front yard.

She was enjoying the moment far too comfortably, sipping on coffee.

Sam couldn’t just pretend he hadn’t seen or heard her. He politely lingered at the doorway, then said courteously, “Godmother, why are you still up at this hour, drinking coffee alone?”

Since he had spoken, it was only polite to walk over and sit opposite her.

Celeste’s gaze shifted from the moonlight in the front yard to the young man’s face. Her soft look seemed as if it could melt into the water, or perhaps her gaze was always a grand illusion.

“No one to join me, so I’m drinking alone,” she said somewhat plaintively, and Sam felt she shared a trait with Angel—missing the point.

Given Celeste’s status and social standing, how could it be possible that no one would join her for coffee? A nod from her would likely fill the courtyard. And it was already late; didn’t Celeste ever look at the clock?

“By the way, the watch I gave you, don’t you like it?” Celeste noticed Sam’s wrist only had a red string, not the watch.

Sam smiled and explained, “That watch is too valuable to wear all the time. I keep it safely at home. With all the activities at school, it’s easy to lose it, so I wear this red string that symbolizes blessings.”

It was a watertight response. Sam wasn’t comfortable constantly wearing something that might have a tracking device—it felt too much like being a parolee.

Celeste glanced at Sam, then casually sipped her coffee with an elegance that could be used in a tutorial on the art of drinking coffee. She then slowly said, “Don’t worry, there’s no tracker or any mechanism in that watch.”

Sam’s expression turned awkward, and he forced a smile. “Why would I think it had those things…”

Celeste laughed nonchalantly. “Have I ever told you, sometimes you’re hard to read, but other times, transparent? No need to pretend, I’m not upset about it.”

“…Aren’t you going to rest, Godmother?” Sam tried to change the subject, though it was a clumsy attempt.

Celeste shook her head. “It’s still early for me. Maybe it’s my age, but I find myself disliking going to bed early.”

Sam chuckled, “You must be getting younger then, since it’s usually young people who like to stay up late.”

Celeste couldn’t help but smile, then poured Sam a cup of coffee. “It’s that charm of yours, always able to win women over. Is this how you usually sweet-talk Angel?”

Sam accepted the coffee cup, his smile sheepish. “Not really… You know, Angel isn’t one for sweet nothings.”

Celeste shook her head. “Every woman likes to hear sweet nothings, or outright flattery. The only reason they wouldn’t is if they don’t like the man saying them. My daughter likes to hear them too; she’s just very good at pretending to be strong.”

“That’s true…”

Indeed, every time he was intimate with Angel, she would verbally deny enjoying it, but her body was always honest.

Sam took a sip of coffee, and the conversation fell into a brief silence.

Sam noticed that Celeste’s gaze wasn’t entirely on him; it seemed unfocused, as if looking past him at the moonlight outside.

There was an indescribable mistiness in her eyes.

It had to be said, Celeste without the added pressure was very charming, and it was perhaps only at such times that one could feel the pure feminine allure of this woman, without the additional layers of her various roles.

Elegant, fresh, gentle, and purely beautiful.

But she was, after all, Angel’s mother, and Sam did not let his gaze linger too long, quickly shifting to enjoy the rare tranquility.

A cold breeze swept through the well-maintained garden, rustling the plants and brushing through Sam’s hair.

It also seemed to bring Celeste back to the moment.

Her gaze returned to him, and the silence ended.

“You remember the promise you made to me last time, right?” Celeste asked.

Sam knew exactly what she was referring to—the promise to make Angel voluntarily say to Celeste, “I love you.” It seemed easy for a daughter to say such things to her mother.

But… Angel had never said such words to Sam, let alone to her mother, given their complex relationship. Fulfilling this wasn’t going to be simple.

“Yes, I remember.”

“I thought you might pretend to forget,” Celeste said, not hiding her suspicion.

Sam gave a wry smile. “Do you think I’m the type to issue empty promises just for temporary safety?”

Celeste elegantly curved her lips, then reached for the coffee pot, her movements graceful. As she moved, her breasts swayed slightly, each frame of her action was a picture of perfection.

“I don’t care who gives me empty promises because I always find a way to make them fulfill them.”

“…”

Undoubtedly, her words were more a threat than anything else.

She pushed the coffee cup back towards Sam, then placed her hands on her thighs.

“But I think it won’t come to that because I believe what you say more than others… you wouldn’t want to show me an unlikable side, would you?”

Her smile was charming yet chilling.

Sam took a deep breath, not directly agreeing but instead asking her, “What if I was just bluffing?”

Celeste sighed. “Sam, you’re still young, and there are many immature aspects to you. For instance… sometimes, it’s more important to show that you’ve tried your best, even if the results aren’t perfect or are barely satisfactory.”

What did that mean? Was she suggesting that Sam didn’t need to fully achieve the result, just show that he tried his best?

But why would she be so generous?

Her next words followed quickly. “Of course, whether you’ve tried your best… I’ll be the judge of that, Sam. You don’t have any objections, right?”

“No, it’s something I promised to do, and I really hope to see that scene.”

“Why? Is it that same old line about wanting everyone to be happy?”

She scoffed.

Sam met her gaze. “Why does it have to be a vain hope? Although it’s difficult, it doesn’t mean there’s no chance at all. And this ideal shouldn’t be dismissed; it’s something everyone aspires to.”

Celeste’s smile grew even brighter. “Is it because you’re young that you entertain such unrealistic fantasies? You should know, the more perfect something seems, the less worth it is to chase. It’s unattainable. When humans were created, the creator already decreed that humans don’t deserve perfection.”

“If there really is such a creator, then why do so many people strive for perfect happiness?”

“That’s just because humans have desires, the driving force behind societal progress. But everyone, without exception, deviates on the path to perfection. The pursuit of perfection is the biggest trap against human nature. Perfect happiness doesn’t exist; people can only strive for relative perfection.”

Celeste was very certain, leaving no room for doubt.

This attitude was very similar to Angel’s.

Both didn’t believe in absolute happiness, just in accumulating more chips to gain security and satisfaction.

Sam didn’t immediately respond but took another sip of coffee.

After setting down the cup, the young man looked up with his somewhat naive but sunny face and said, “It seems that Angel is really influenced by you.”

“She’s my daughter, of course.”

“But she didn’t have to be like this.”

“As my only daughter, she had to be. Anyone can be naive, she can’t. Everyone can live in fantasies and vain hopes, she can only accept reality and become cold.”

“So… this is why you feel powerless and regretful about your relationship now, isn’t it?”

“…”

Celeste’s pupils contracted slightly, as if she had just realized she had fallen into a trap.

He had casually mentioned all the reasons that now seemed to boomerang back on her.

Yes.

She had always believed her way of raising Angel was correct, and that it was the only way to ensure Angel’s future safety, reliability, and happiness.

But as she grew up, as Celeste increasingly needed that sense of maternal achievement and satisfaction… she realized how distant she had become from her daughter, even seemingly insurmountable.

Despite this realization, Celeste was still somewhat annoyed.

“What are you trying to say?”

Sam shook his head. “I just want to say, Godmother, if you want her love, maybe… you need to change some things.”

“Is that what I asked you to do!”

Seeing her suddenly become angry, Sam couldn’t help but reflect; she and Angel really were mother and daughter.

Neither could tolerate others changing them.

Sam thought for a moment, not directly responding, but instead said, “We’ve all seen many movies and TV shows where the protagonists are trapped in a quagmire, inherently flawed, yet constantly lament that no one loves them. They never consider changing themselves, and even if there’s a happy ending, it’s just the scriptwriter fulfilling everyone’s fantasies. We all mock such stupid and boring plots. So… Godmother, do you really think you don’t have to do anything, and Angel will come to you, hug you, and say she loves you?”

“…”

Celeste didn’t answer, seemingly unable to.

Her hands under the table had involuntarily clenched the edge of her dress, even causing the flesh on her sexy thighs to turn slightly red.

Sam didn’t continue.

Instead, he politely stood up. “Well, it’s getting late, Godmother. You should rest early. It’s cold at night, and it wouldn’t be good to catch a cold.”

She watched his calm departure, his back as graceful as a swordsman from another era.

She couldn’t help but feel that her intuition might have been correct, just like when she decided to make him her godson.

He… seemed really capable of achieving what others couldn’t.

How did he manage all this? Could he really create the miracles he hoped for?

And the young man, burdened with many expectations and even carrying miracles, walked gracefully through the corridor.

He arrived at a door.

He took a deep breath, punching the air like a swordsman drawing his sword.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“What are you doing!”

An impatient voice came from inside.

Sam took another deep breath.

“Just let me in to sleep~ Please~~ Angel~~~ My dear Angel~~~~ Please, it’s really cold outside!!!”