The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: He can care in many more ways, want to try?
“Eh? Shouldn’t young people be full of energy when they get up? Why are you all sporting dark circles under your eyes?”

This happened during breakfast at Angel’s house.

Celeste naturally took the seat of honor, her long hair neatly pinned up early, seemingly never allowing anyone to see her in disarray. Disheveled hair or sleepy eyes were not something you’d see on her. At a glance, it was the oldest woman at the table who maintained the proper demeanor.

As for the others…

Both Sophie and Ava had noticeable dark circles and looked haggard and sleepy.

Hearing Celeste’s comment, Ava paused and then looked towards Sophie.

Sophie, unlike Ava, wasn’t as flustered; she seemed to have prepared her responses in advance. “It might be because we drank a lot last night.”

Ava caught on, realizing it was a good excuse. “Yes, yes… drank too much, didn’t sleep well.”

Celeste’s gaze swept over the two girls, then she nodded lightly with a casual smile. “I see… But Ava, you’re still young, drinking so much isn’t good, even if it’s to celebrate your achievements.”

Ava blushed and replied, “It’s okay… the most important thing is to have fun, and I don’t drink every day.”

“That’s true… But Sophie… you’re Sophie, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I didn’t expect you to be visiting our home.”

Celeste seemed to pay more attention to Sophie, as if there was something about her that warranted closer observation.

Sophie, however, didn’t seem to notice or care about this scrutiny.

“Um… it was late, and they were worried about me going home alone, so I ended up here.”

Celeste looked up, surprised. “Oh? Is my daughter usually so considerate of others?”

“Maybe she still has a bit of conscience left.”

“It’s not a good habit to speak ill of my daughter in front of me, Sophie.”

Sophie lowered her head. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, admitting your mistake is quite honest. I see a bit of Sam in you.”

“People have their similarities, but I won’t be like him.”

“I hope so… But I’m glad you’re not like Angel.”

Before Sophie could respond, the familiar sound of footsteps approached the dining room, and a familiar voice spoke up first. “Talking behind your daughter’s back isn’t a good habit either.”

She appeared, of course, accompanied by that familiar young man.

Still as sunny and cheerful as ever, it seemed like seeing this young man was always a boost of energy, like a phone fully charged overnight.

However, the two girls who had witnessed certain scenes the previous night now found it difficult to look directly at Sam.

Just seeing him brought to mind the image of Sam undressed, his muscular body and his big cock moving in and out of Angel’s vagina, a vision that could make anyone’s blood surge.

It was enough to make anyone blush instantly.

Even Ava, unusually, didn’t greet her brother right away but quickly averted her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t notice her abnormal behavior.

Fortunately, Sam’s attention wasn’t on them at the moment.

The main character now was the just-arrived Heiress, Angel. If there were a princess in Kuhang, it would definitely be her.

She walked in slowly, her familiar languid elegance evident. Her long hair was a bit unkempt, draping over her pale shoulders, and her off-shoulder dress didn’t seem very warm.

But it didn’t affect her noble demeanor.

“You’re just coming now, still as negligent of your guests as ever,” Celeste said with a smile.

Angel, unconcerned, took her reserved seat and first glanced at the two girls who weren’t looking at her, then yawned. “A free place to sleep and free food to eat. How much more polite do I need to be to not neglect them?”

Indeed, her first words were enough to make anyone frown in displeasure.

But as Celeste watched Angel place her hands on the table and pick up the utensils, she narrowed her eyes, noticing something. “Angel, your hands, what happened?”

Everyone’s gaze then converged on her.

And then everyone saw the clear red marks on the pale wrists of Angel’s hands.

Though not brightly colored, they were quite noticeable at a glance.

Ava and Sophie, knowing the backstory, immediately thought of something. Like… a supposedly noble and elegant beautiful girl, cuffed to the bed, being relentlessly fucked by a big cock and unable to do anything but twist her waist…

Sophie couldn’t keep her composure at the thought.

Ava almost didn’t hold her fork steady.

Compared to their slight nervousness, they were more curious about how Angel would respond, considering such a thing… wasn’t normal and hard to explain.

It might be a chance to see her rarely flustered.

As for Sam, who had just sat down next to Angel, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh boy.

If this woman knew how he had ‘taken care of’ her daughter last night, would she… literally skewer him and roast him like a kebab?

Suddenly, the dining table became tense, though it seemed like it wasn’t their business.

But to everyone’s surprise, Angel was calmer than anyone else. She even looked at her mother and more openly showed the marks on her wrists. “This? Oh, last night this jerk and I played a little game. He wasn’t very gentle, so that happened.”

Ava’s eyes widened, thinking: Is this Angel? The woman who insists I call her sister-in-law? No way! A girl this terrifying at such a young age absolutely cannot become my sister-in-law!!

Sophie almost choked on her drink.

A little game?

That was a little game?

Said so nonchalantly, what was Angel really thinking?

Celeste, however, seemed not to understand. She frowned. “A little game… What kind of game leaves marks like that on both hands? Hmm?”

She looked at Sam, her expression one of questioning.

Sam started sweating.

What was normally explainable suddenly became extremely difficult, and it felt like the girl did it on purpose.

“This…”

Before Sam could think of a good response, Angel smiled at her mother. “It’s just a lovers’ game. Mother, if you’re interested, you can find a man to try it out. But you better find someone strong, or I think you might not be satisfied.”

At this point, Celeste understood.

She just hadn’t thought of it that way initially.

But when her daughter said that, Celeste instantly realized, even someone as composed as her was momentarily taken aback.

Disbelieving, she glanced at Sam and Angel.

What’s going on?

What’s the situation with Sam now?

This young man… has it gone this far? To do such things to Angel and still live safely until the next morning?

What kind of miraculous ability is this?

For a moment, Celeste didn’t know what to say, perhaps because of her daughter’s attitude or because the situation was so unexpected.

Instead, Angel casually observed everyone’s expressions. “Aren’t we going to eat? What are you all doing?”

Sophie suppressed her inner shock and continued to eat, though the food wasn’t very good, much like Angel herself—appearing luxurious but lacking in flavor, nowhere near as good as Sam’s cooking.

Ava also quickly lowered her head.

Sam, however, remembered something. “By the way, where’s Selena? Isn’t she coming for breakfast?”

Celeste regained her composure, smiling gently as usual. “She’s not awake yet. I’ve left her breakfast for when she gets up.”

“I see…”

Angel turned to look at Sam. “I’ve noticed you really like to take care of others. Do you have a natural excess of consideration and gentleness?”

Sam, with a renewed mindset, still radiated a warm smile like sunshine pouring down. “Being overly considerate and gentle isn’t a flaw. We can’t demand everyone become cold just because society tends to be. Otherwise, a winter scarier than the apocalypse would come early to this era.”

“You can relate this to all of humanity?”

Angel scoffed disdainfully, expressing her contempt for the indifference to humanity.

Sam smiled and personally handed the girl a fried egg. “It’s just an analogy. Don’t you think it makes me seem a bit more grand?”

Angel took the fried egg, not minding that Sam’s fork had touched it, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

Then she spoke with her mouth full. “I don’t think so. You’re still as insignificant as ever, just like them, like ants that could be crushed at any moment.”

She even glanced at the two girls across from her.

Ava and Sophie almost thought simultaneously: What have we done to deserve this? Having to watch you flirt and insult each other in the morning, and also suffer collateral damage—what does this have to do with us?

Celeste, however, was very pleased with the scene because she clearly saw the change in her daughter.

Very obvious.

“Alright, let’s talk less and eat more. Of course, if this is how you young people date, then I didn’t say anything.”

Sam appropriately delivered a compliment. “Godmother, you’re not old, don’t always belittle yourself.”

“Ah, nowadays, I only feel the care of the younger generation from Sam.”

Angel immediately said. “He can care in many more ways, want to try?”

“Alright, alright, try this slice of bread, I knew it was delicious the moment I saw it…”

Sam quickly stopped Angel from saying anything more shocking.

Oh boy.

Angel really dares to say anything.

Breakfast passed in what seemed like a harmonious atmosphere.

Like a smart AI, a high-end robot, Elowen was still responsible for taking them to school.

But just before Sam got into the car, Celeste called him back. “What is it, Godmother?”

Sam looked at the woman, appearing to smile sunnily and handsomely, but his mind was racing.

What did she want at this moment?

To warn him about the consequences of that kind of game?

Or did she have other tasks for him?

He didn’t know, but he was nervous.

Unexpectedly, Celeste reached out, her gesture tender and indulgent as she touched Sam’s head.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure if this gesture, this expression from Celeste was an act or genuinely heartfelt.

He froze in place, hearing her say. “Well done, keep it up.”

“Ah?”

“I mean… that kind of game, you can do it more, even more intensely, it’s okay.”

“…”

Celeste… are you inciting a crime!

Watching the woman in front of him smile gently like water, Sam thought so.