The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: I’ll compensate you with my… cock
This world is full of implications, full of words that cannot be spoken directly, but that doesn’t mean people’s sense of shame becomes more apparent; it just manifests in another form—surreptitiously.

And as Sam looked at the girl’s expression, her smile, her direct gaze, it was clear… that smile knew the weight of her words.

She definitely understood the underlying meaning.

So Sam’s choice was simple.

“It’s not time for that coffee yet,” Sam said with a smile, politely declining without hesitation.

Even if there was a huge temptation, like using alcohol to add an extra flair, to savor the lingering atmosphere, what would Angel do if he didn’t return home tonight because of such an incident?

Although he was verbally given such freedom, to take it seriously would be foolish.

The main reason, of course, was that he felt it wasn’t appropriate to indulge in such ambiguity under these circumstances. Never decide everything based on a moment of excitement.

It’s like not saying everything you want to say to someone you like in one night. Leave them wanting more.

That’s the strategy to keep things fresh… wait, does that sound a bit too much like a womanizer?

Sure enough, Isabella pouted slightly.

“Sam, don’t you know that some opportunities, once missed, never come back?”

Sam smiled at her. “It’s okay. What’s meant to be here will always be here. After all… fate isn’t that fragile, right?”

“Alright, I understand. Then, good night, Sam.”

“Good night.”

Sam had learned by now that resisting some things was futile; the world liked to complicate matters. And Sam had made it clear to all the female leads around him: he was a womanizer.

So, what was there to pretend anymore? Acting all day as if he was reluctantly a womanizer just to survive was unnecessary.

Might as well admit it openly.

Okay, I’m lascivious, I like those beautiful girls, I want to make love to them, I want to conquer them with my cock!

That was Sam’s most honest thought.

When Isabella closed the door and turned on the light, the familiar corridor seemed so empty. The warmth that had just been there seemed to have vanished completely.

Of course, it had disappeared… because Sam had left. It was just like that.

Just like her empty life… as if nothing but lies remained.

So… Sam, do you really understand why you were asked to join the Ultimate Human Department?

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Sam intended to head straight home, but thinking of something, he sent a message to Angel first, informing her that his business was done.

As expected, Angel hadn’t gone to bed yet. How could she rest easy knowing such a handsome guy as Sam was out and not home yet?

But when he saw her reply…

[That was quick. Are you not feeling well today?]

What kind of nonsense was that?

What does “not feeling well” mean? Is she referring to sex?

In other areas, Sam might not have much say, but in terms of making love, even on his worst days, he’s far above average! Wait… he hadn’t actually slept with Isabella, had he?

Sam thought irritably.

He then sent a message to Angel saying he’d be home soon. Sam did want to go his home to sleep, but he couldn’t really, not with Angel holding ‘hostages’.

He had no choice but to obediently return, lest his decision lead her to take advantage and make trouble using Ava.

Although Angel hadn’t been as nasty as she was at the beginning for a while, seeming to lower her guard and control over Sam, he still couldn’t be too careless. This only indicated progress, not complete success.

…

Elowen opened the door for Sam.

“It’s late, Miss Elowen, you haven’t gone to bed?”

“Miss?”

Elowen looked at Sam with a slightly puzzled expression, seemingly confused as no one had called her that before. Especially since Sam seemed very close to the Heiress and the lady, such people wouldn’t normally notice her existence.

They often just saw her as a tool.

But Elowen wasn’t offended; since she could remember, she had been a tool, belonging to Angel’s family.

No unnecessary emotions, no unnecessary desires.

Just surviving well and doing what needed to be done seemed to be the entirety of her life.

Sam nodded, looking at this actually beautiful but always lifeless, robotic young woman.

“Otherwise, how should I address you? Miss Elowen?”

Elowen quickly shook her head, her expression blank. “Like Angel, just Elowen is fine.”

Sam shook his head. “That doesn’t seem right; I think that form of address lacks respect.”

He hadn’t expected Elowen to step aside, letting him in while saying, “You are the heiress’s boyfriend, the lady’s godson; you don’t need to respect me.”

“Why, aren’t you also a member of Angel’s family?”

Sam asked curiously, his words not seeming self-deprecating or resentful, just stating a fact.

Elowen’s gaze became confused again. “A member? No, I’m just a subordinate.”

What kind of feudal thinking is this?

Sam said with some compassion. “You don’t need to think that way; you are a person, naturally with every right to live in this world. So you have dignity. From now on, I’ll call you Miss Elowen.”

“…As you wish.”

She seemed not to understand the meaning of his words, her expression unchanging.

Sam wasn’t sure if she had taken his words to heart, but these were things he couldn’t control for now, nor did he have the right to.

Reaching the familiar door, Sam knocked lightly. There were no lights on inside.

Instead of the expected “come in,” the door creaked open in front of him.

When Angel appeared, not in pajamas but fully dressed, Sam was puzzled.

What’s going on? Why does everything seem off as soon as I return?

“Haven’t gone to bed yet?”

Angel didn’t seem to invite Sam in, just smiling at the doorway at the young man. “I’m surprised, Isabella let you come back just like that?”

“What else? Was she supposed to eat me?”

“Whether she eats you or not… what did you guys do?”

“Nothing much, just talked about the stuff you wanted to know.”

Angel didn’t rush to have him spill the details of their conversation but looked curiously at Sam. “Nothing at all? That’s not like you. Didn’t you sleep with her?”

Sam said irritably, “What do you think of me… Besides, shouldn’t you be resting earlier?”

Angel yawned slightly. “No rush, do you want to go see your sister?”

Sam paused. Angel suggesting this? Although she was indeed very considerate, her personality wasn’t exactly kind.

So caring about someone seemed like an unnecessary act to her; she wouldn’t waste time on such things, but now she was actively suggesting it to Sam?

This made Sam uneasy. “Is something wrong with her?”

“Why don’t you go see for yourself?”

Sam almost immediately turned and rushed to the guest room assigned to his sister. He didn’t pause for a moment, opening the door without even turning on the light. His enhanced vision allowed him to clearly see everything inside.

Lying on the bed were two people. One was his sister Ava, and the other… Sophie?

Both seemed to be asleep, lying on the bed, breathing shallowly in different positions. They appeared stable, their faces flushed from alcohol, looking like nothing was amiss.

Sam’s heart, which had been lifted in worry, settled down, but then footsteps approached from behind; it was Angel slowly walking in.

“What’s the rush? Anyone would think something happened. In your eyes, am I that kind of villain who would strike at any moment?”

Sam realized after a sigh of relief that he had been too tense. This was a habit he needed to change. Otherwise, it was too easy to be manipulated.

So, adjusting his attitude, Sam immediately turned back to Angel and smiled. “How could I? I was just worried they might have drunk too much… might something happen…”

“We have a private doctor in the house, don’t you know? What could happen that we couldn’t handle, waiting for you to come and collect a body?”

Her expression was not good, somewhat cold, clearly displeased.

Sam immediately stepped forward and took her soft, delicate hand. “Of course, that’s not what I meant. I’m just a bit clumsy… when it comes to my sister, you know how responsible I feel. So when I hear you might have something similar, I react this way too. I’ll change, sorry.”

Angel, her hand held, tilted her head slightly, but her expression didn’t change much. “Although you say that… I’m not very inclined to forgive you without some compensation.”

Sam paused, then bravely reached out to caress the girl’s face. “Let’s go to the room, and I’ll compensate you with my… cock.”

Is that what she meant? Based on his understanding of her, he shouldn’t have misjudged.

But he had misjudged one thing.

“Isn’t this a room? It’s fine right here.”

Sam paused. “What are you joking about… my sister and Sophie are here, it’s not appropriate.”

Wait… she couldn’t possibly mean…

And Angel had already grabbed Sam’s clothes, finally showing a triumphant smile. “Because they’re here, it’s the perfect time. Don’t you think… it’s thrilling?”