The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 324

Chapter 324: Why not watch openly if you’re so interested?
“You guys really have the guts to come along, huh?” Angel’s cold laugh was visibly dangerous, the threat in her eyes clear to any sane person.

Isabella, however, seemed unfazed as always. Each time she faced the temperamental heiress, she seemed to have her own unique way of handling it.

“Hmm? What was that, Angel? I didn’t quite catch that. Aren’t we leaving now? It takes about an hour to get to the swimming venue, right?”

Angel was blunt. “Can’t you go by yourselves? Contacting my boyfriend to have me drive you all seems a bit underhanded, don’t you think?”

Hearing Angel call someone else underhanded was quite novel.

Isabella blinked. “Oh, that wasn’t really the intention. I just thought since we’re all club members, moving together would foster unity, don’t you think? Of course, if Angel isn’t up for it, the three of us can go on our own.”

“Why would it be the three of you?” Angel looked discontentedly at the trio, especially at Sam, who was still outside the car, as if deliberately distancing himself from her.

Isabella put on a pitiful act. “We’re not very familiar with the route… Unlike you, Angel, who has a driver to guide you, we only have Sam to lead the way…”

Angel was visibly annoyed by Isabella’s demeanor, but she seemed unable to retaliate effectively. Isabella’s responses were measured and purposeful, her tone almost flawless, leaving Angel seemingly without a valid reason to treat her with hostility.

So, she turned her attention to the other girl. “What about you? You hate seeing me, yet you insist on coming along… Isn’t that contradictory?”

Sam also looked over, knowing Sophie’s response was crucial, and everyone was aware of her character. She might compromise, but never with Angel. She always stood firm against Angel’s provocations.

Sophie looked at Angel with even more calm than Sam expected, her expression so composed it was almost alien. “I’m just participating in a club activity. I’m not aware of anything else.”

Her response was invincible.

Sam hadn’t expected Sophie to say something like that. Had Isabella been coaching her behind the scenes? Was this the ultimate strategy to conquer Angel?

Angel narrowed her eyes. “…You all sort out the seating then, don’t say I don’t consider club camaraderie.”

“Really? Thanks so much, Angel. I knew you were someone who might seem cold on the outside but is passionate on the inside. Uh… I’ll sit in the front passenger seat.”

“Ah? What about me?”

Isabella addressed Sophie. “You sit in the back.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “Me, in the back?”

“Yes, hurry up, don’t delay any longer, or we might even miss the start of the competition~”

Isabella practically dragged Sam and Sophie into the back seat, while she comfortably settled herself in the front passenger seat, even taking a moment to express her appreciation. “It’s really comfortable here. I’ve never sat in such a comfy passenger seat before.”

But this arrangement was tough on those in the back, particularly Sam and Sophie. Naturally, Sophie refused to sit next to Angel, so Sam ended up in the middle. This was arguably the most headache-inducing combination for him, even more so than being flanked by Zoe and Alice in a hot spring.

Especially with the atmosphere feeling all wrong, Sam now understood how difficult it was for small countries sandwiched between two major powers.

“I don’t remember discussing that this counts as a club activity.”

Angel leaned back in her seat, seemingly indifferent to the additional girl beside Sam.

Isabella in the front responded cheerily. “Can’t every activity be planned, right? Sometimes, spontaneous ideas are the spice of life. Don’t you like surprises, Angel?”

Angel scoffed dismissively as the car started and the scenery began to blur past. The cold wind blowing through the trees seemed like a swift storm, with hurried pedestrians braving the gusts.

In Angel’s eyes, there was no sympathy; all life seemed to her merely numbers and codes, their passing nothing to marvel at or empathize with.

“Firstly, I don’t consider this a surprise, and secondly, I dislike surprises in my life.”

“Then, Angel, you really should reconsider your views. Isn’t life about embracing all possibilities?”

“I’m not sure where you got that conclusion, but I’m not buying it.”

Rejected outright, but Isabella wasn’t embarrassed, just smiled. “No worries, when the time is right, Angel, you’ll make your own choice.”

Angel didn’t respond to that, instead turning her gaze back to the uncomfortable Sam and the seemingly indifferent Sophie beside him.

She didn’t say anything immediately but stretched out her long legs right in front of Sophie, placing them on Sam’s lap. This kind of gesture might be common among couples, many of whom enjoy such intimacy.

In fact, Angel didn’t often behave this way, but Sophie’s presence seemed to change everything.

Sophie clearly saw Angel’s legs resting on the young man’s lap, then heard Angel’s languid voice. “I’m a bit tired, massage my legs.”

“…We’re in the car.” Sam whispered, trying to decline as it was clear Angel’s request was meant to provoke Sophie.

“Hmm? Do you care about these things? Besides, it’s a normal thing, right? We’re a couple, aren’t we?”

Sam covertly glanced at Sophie, noticing her sidelong glances, though she pretended to look out the window.

Sam sighed internally, then placed his hands on Angel’s elastic, well-proportioned thighs. There could be no flirting now; he had to act like a professional masseur.

But why did it seem like Sophie’s clenched fists were becoming more frequent?

Sophie didn’t understand why she was so angry. She told herself they were indeed a couple, and it was normal for them to be intimate. It wasn’t as if they were making love in front of her…

But why was it so infuriating to watch?

Especially Angel’s exaggerated expression of enjoyment. Was it really just a leg massage?

It seemed like they were doing something else entirely.

“Mmm… press harder. Yes… a bit higher, faster…”

Angel’s occasional moans made Sophie blush, and Sam was sweating, unsure if it was the car’s temperature or his nerves.

Sam just hoped that if Elowen in the front could sense his discomfort and had any sympathy, she would drive faster to their destination. Otherwise, this situation was really hard to handle!

Sam’s hands started very restrained and polite, but under Angel’s urging, they began to move towards more private areas, almost touching her panties.

Sam also noticed Sophie’s increasingly frequent covert glances, as if attracted by some intriguing show.

“Sophie.”

Suddenly, with a blush on her face, Angel called out the name of the girl beside Sam.

“Ah?”

Sophie, caught off guard while sneaking peeks and feeling secretly angry, turned her head to meet Angel’s strange gaze.

“Why not watch openly if you’re so interested?”

“I’m not watching!”

Sophie immediately denied, her face flushing.

Angel leaned in closer to Sophie’s flustered face. “Is it… do you also want to be massaged like this?”

“What… don’t say weird things! I’m not like you, letting men touch my body so casually!”

Sophie denied, her face red.

Angel couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s right, because he’s my boyfriend, so I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. He can not only touch my legs but even more private parts… but you don’t have that legitimate reason, do you?”

Sam felt like he heard the sound of an arrow hitting its target, even piercing through.

He looked over and saw Sophie’s gritted teeth expression.

“Angel, do you enjoy doing this?”

“What do you mean by ‘this’? You can be more specific.”

“Aren’t you very clear? Pretending to be ignorant is also one of your hobbies, right?”

“It could be said that, but what does it have to do with you? Remember, you’re the ones who wanted to ride in my car, not the other way around. So… you don’t have the awareness to endure what comes with it? Sophie, I didn’t realize you lacked self-awareness.”

“Angel…!”

As the conflict seemed about to escalate, Sam sat up straight and stretched out his hands.

He separated the two girls, whose faces were almost touching, and pointed ahead. “Let’s stop there, it’s getting late. There’s a bit of a traffic jam ahead, it’ll be easier if we walk from here!”

The tension in the car was palpable, and Sam’s mediation was a desperate attempt to prevent a full-blown argument.