The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Should I bring a hat?
When Sam re-entered the club room, he suspiciously eyed the gazes fixed on him.

“Wasn’t there supposed to be no club activities? Why is everyone here?”

Before Isabella could speak, Angel looked up.

“Then why are you here?”

Sam answered matter-of-factly, “Because I have feelings for the club. I’ve contributed to it. It’s normal for me to come and take a last look in case it disbands. Are you here for the same reason?”

Angel, of course, wouldn’t admit to having any feelings, especially for a club that seemed to be just a name now.

Angel stayed silent, and Sam didn’t push her. He turned to another familiar face giving him a look.

“And Sophie? Don’t tell me you couldn’t find a better place to read.”

Sophie glanced at Sam, disdain in her eyes.

“As if I haven’t contributed to the club. I can be wherever I want.”

Huh? Since when did she get this kind of confidence? Sam wondered if Sophie had mixed up her lines with Angel’s. Was today’s theme role reversal?

Isabella smiled and said, “I think everyone just got used to hanging out here when there’s nothing else to do. It’s nice to see familiar faces and be in a familiar atmosphere.”

Angel coldly added, “I’m just waiting here until it’s time to have dinner with my mom.”

Sam blinked.

“Isn’t that the same thing? It means you chose to be here.”

“Sam, you sure talk a lot. How about you come with me later?”

Angel shot him a look.

Sam, who had plans for the evening, quickly shook his head.

“Can’t do tonight. I have to work…”

“How much can you even make from that job? Why don’t I just give you the money?”

Sam looked at Angel as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What kind of boyfriend gets a salary from his girlfriend? What do you take me for? Don’t ever say that again; it’s insulting!”

Angel was taken aback.

Insulting? Didn’t this idiot know that being supported by Angel was something to brag about?

No, this idiot was saying it on purpose!

“Come here.”

She looked at Sam coldly.

Sam immediately took a step back, hiding behind Sophie, and said to her, “Sophie, save me!”

Sophie looked at them, bewildered.

“What does this have to do with me? Hey, don’t hide behind me!”

Angel’s expression grew even colder.

“Why don’t you bring Isabella along and see what I’ll do?”

Sam finally walked over with a cheeky grin and sat next to Angel. When she lifted her foot to kick him, he anticipated her move, grabbed her leg, and placed it gently on his lap.

“Don’t be mad. I was just joking. Getting angry easily gives you wrinkles.”

Angel squinted at Sam, who was still smiling.

“Don’t worry. I can make sure you don’t live long enough to see me get old. That way, all your memories of me will be beautiful. How about that?”

“…I don’t think that’s a good idea. What do you think?”

Sam was skeptical.

Angel leaned in slightly, smiling as she touched his face, caressing it like a lover.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as your memories are of me. The length of time doesn’t make a difference, right?”

“…Honestly, if possible, I’d like to live a bit longer.”

“Then it depends on your behavior.”

The noble and elegant girl always had a way of looking at Sam with a challenging gaze.

And strangely enough, her gaze always stirred a primal instinct in a man.

You wanted to conquer her challenge, to break through her nobility.

So Sam lifted his head, gently cupping her face, his hand resting on her beautiful jawline and cheek.

Then he leaned in.

If she avoided it because of the people around, it meant he won.

Was this a child’s game?

Of course not. Every step was important, and a small win was still a win!

But would Angel avoid it? Would she care about the other two girls in the room?

Clearly, she wouldn’t.

She didn’t avoid it at all, maintaining her challenging smile as if daring Sam to kiss her.

If he dared to kiss her, what would happen?

Simple.

She would give him the best gift in the world, the most exquisite taste.

But just as they were about to touch, Sophie, with a flushed face, angrily interrupted.

“Can you two pick a better place?”

Angel turned her head with a smile.

“Can’t handle it? I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Sophie widened her eyes.

“Used to what?”

Sophie tried to stay calm, but she was clearly flustered.

Angel replied matter-of-factly.

“Used to our relationship. Isn’t it normal for couples to act like this? To be precise, we’re in the honeymoon phase. Besides kissing, we’ll do other things too. You can get used to it slowly.”

“Get used to it, my foot! Have you ever considered other people’s feelings when you do this?”

Angel laughed, “Why should I consider others’ feelings? I do what I like.”

“You’re really not picky, are you?”

She even dragged Sam into her sarcasm.

But Angel didn’t back down.

“I don’t know about being picky, but some people just can’t stop thinking about others’ food and won’t admit it.”

“You…!”

“What? If you want to join, just ask. I might give you a chance.”

Sam’s eyes widened.

Was this for real? No way…

What a joke! Did she think he was some kind of automatic kissing machine?

Sophie, naturally, felt insulted by Angel’s words.

She put away her book and stood up.

“Sleazy couple, I hope you last forever!”

“Thanks for the blessing. I’ll remember it~”

“Hmph!”

Sophie grabbed her bag and left the club room, slamming the door behind her.

Isabella watched the whole scene without any intention of stopping it. After Sophie left, she blinked and looked at the two of them.

“She’s gone. Are you two going to continue?”

Sam replied irritably.

“Senior, we’re not putting on a show.”

“Really?”

Isabella blinked, her expression saying: I don’t believe you.

Angel didn’t need to answer.

She reached out, pushed Sam against the sofa back, and straddled his legs, her knees slightly squeezing his waist.

Then she cupped Sam’s handsome face and kissed him.

It was a passionate kiss that left Sam unable to resist, happening right there on the sofa. Their positions were incredibly suggestive.

Whether it was Angel’s hips or Sam’s noticeable bulge in his pants, it was hard to imagine such a steamy scene happening in a school club room.

Isabella didn’t blush or look away.

Instead, she stood up and watched them.

“So this is what it looks like when a girl takes the initiative?”

Sam didn’t get lost in the kiss. He struggled to end the intense kiss and saw Isabella standing nearby, her eyes curious like a spectator or a diligent student.

What the hell?

Was there anyone normal in this club? It seemed like the only normal one had left early.

“Senior, if you have nothing to say, maybe don’t say anything?”

Isabella smiled at them.

“Why? You two are making out so passionately in public. Isn’t it natural to have an audience? I’m just being a supportive spectator.”

“I don’t have that kind of fetish!”

Sam said irritably.

He was just messing around, not expecting Angel to take it seriously, nor Isabella to be so supportive!

What a huge mistake.

Isabella laughed, “I thought I was part of your fun.”

Angel found Isabella’s behavior odd, but the mood was ruined, so she didn’t continue the kiss. She stood up decisively.

“I have to go. My mom called.”

“Should I walk you out?”

Sam looked at her.

Angel rolled her eyes at him.

“Do I look like I need you to walk me? It’s just a short distance. Stop pretending.”

Sam looked at her innocently.

“How can you say that? I cherish every moment I get to spend with you.”

Angel smiled at him.

“Then come have dinner with us?”

“I have to work, and I don’t understand your big discussions. I’ll stay out of it.”

“Hmph.”

Angel snorted, then remembered something.

“Don’t worry. Winter break is coming soon. You’ll have plenty of chances to stick around me. I’m off.”

With those words and a beautiful smile, Angel left, like the melting beauty of winter snow.

After she left, only Sam and Isabella remained.

The girl with twin ponytails, looking like a character from a manga, was still watching him.

Her eyes sparkled like never-dimming lights, always twinkling.

“Looks like I don’t need to worry about you anymore. Have you completely won over Angel?”

Sam shook his head with a wry smile.

“It’s not about winning. It’s the power of love, senior. It’s called mutual understanding. Don’t make it sound so bad.”

Isabella thought for a moment.

“But it seems like a lot of people understand you.”

“That’s your imagination.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I’m a kind and upright person. You probably don’t know how many good deeds I’ve done.”

“But even the most righteous person can make mistakes in love, right?”

Isabella blinked.

Sam looked at her slightly swaying twin ponytails, feeling an urge to grab them and fuck her hard from behind.

“In love, there’s no right or wrong, only courage and cowardice.”

“So you’re very brave?”

“Yes, I’m very brave.”

Looking at Sam, Isabella twirled the ends of her twin ponytails with her slender fingers.

Then she smiled and said, “Looks like this club activity depends on you. I never thought a womanizer could be so useful.”

“What womanizer? I’m just contributing to the club.”

“Hope so. Good luck~”

Back home from school, Sam took a shower and changed into casual clothes.

He didn’t dress up too much.

At this age, a boy should always be like the bright morning sun.

Youthful and clean was enough.

Jeans, a white shirt, and a loose coat highlighted his figure and youthful, handsome aura.

Just like that, he was already dazzling.

As for his hairstyle, the messier, the better. That youthful, slightly lazy Japanese pretty boy look was deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.

Then Sam got a call.

Naturally, it was from Alice.

A simple message.

“Come out.”

“Alice-sensei.”

“Hmm?”

“Should I bring a hat?”

“Why would I need a hat… wait, you little punk, you mean a Jimmy hat, don’t you?”

“Hehe.”

“I’ll take care of it.”