The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Double celebration?
“Hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm~”

Today, Sam was acting strange.

As Sophie sat in the living room scrolling through her phone, she could hear the boy humming an unfamiliar tune in the kitchen. She noticed it immediately.

The strange thing was quite simple.

He was happy.

Even overly happy!

People always say they wish for world peace and for everyone to live happily.

But when you’re not feeling so great and you see someone in front of you so happy, it can be hard to feel good yourself.

“Dinner’s ready~”

When Sam brought the usual well-prepared dishes to the table, Sophie, dressed in her cotton pajamas, looked like a chubby little bear with an incredibly small face, sitting across from Sam.

Seeing the unmistakable happiness on Sam’s face, Sophie couldn’t even bring herself to taste the food she usually couldn’t resist.

“What happened to make you so happy?”

Sam blinked.

“Really? Do I look that happy?”

Sophie said irritably.

“You might as well have ‘happy’ written on your face.”

Sam laughed casually.

“Nothing much, I just feel inexplicably relaxed today.”

Sophie thought for a moment. As she picked up her fork, she looked at Sam with a strange expression.

“Are you happy because you don’t have to come cook for me tomorrow?”

Sam was taken aback.

Huh?

Has it already been a month? Sam hadn’t realized it, but it seemed so. The time since the last test had indeed flown by, and now winter break was approaching.

Sam quickly composed himself and looked at her with feigned surprise.

“Really?”

“Of course. You don’t remember?”

Sophie wondered if Sam had become addicted to cooking at her place and didn’t want to leave, or if he had genuinely forgotten.

But… Sophie didn’t really want to bring it up. She wasn’t one to play dumb.

It felt like as long as she didn’t mention certain things, she could let this increasingly familiar routine continue.

Because she knew, the more she indulged, the harsher the backlash would be when she could no longer hide it.

Sam smiled.

“I really didn’t remember. So today is a double celebration?”

Sophie was momentarily speechless, almost choking.

Her expression turned cold, and she slammed her fork onto the table.

“No one forced you to cook for me. It was your idea. If it was so difficult, you could have stopped on the first day.”

Seeing her cold, unwavering gaze, Sam laughed.

“I was just joking. Why so serious?”

Sophie hated jokes the most.

“So, after messing with someone’s emotions, you blame them for taking it seriously by saying it was a joke? Is that what you like to do? I don’t like it. I’m always serious.”

Sam smiled at the girl whose expression hadn’t changed.

“How should I put it? I actually enjoy cooking at your place.”

“…Still lying?”

Sophie seemed to trust nothing now.

This bad man couldn’t be trusted with a single word.

All he seemed to do was mess with her emotions, as if he couldn’t do anything good.

Sam smiled.

“Do you really not believe me?”

Sophie glared at him.

“Every time I start to believe you, you joke with me. Is that how you want me to trust you?”

Sam looked at her innocently.

“Why don’t we eat first? It’ll get cold.”

“I’m not eating. I’m in a bad mood.” She said, pouting.

Sam laughed.

“Do you want me to coax you? How old are you, needing to be coaxed to eat?”

“Who needs you to coax me!!”

“Hahaha… I’m not joking this time. I really enjoy cooking at your place. Because, you know, a chef’s greatest satisfaction is when the diners appreciate their dishes and eat everything clean. It’s a great joy.”

Sophie paused.

Did she always finish her meals?

Was he mocking her for having a big appetite? Is it embarrassing for a girl to have a big appetite?

For some reason, Sophie’s cheeks turned a bit red.

She was still a bit annoyed. Even though Sam’s words seemed sincere, she just didn’t like him always making jokes that affected her emotions.

It made her feel like she was overly emotional.

“Stop it. Who knows if you’re telling the truth or lying. You never say anything honest.”

Sam looked at her with a smile.

“Can’t you tell if I’m telling the truth?”

Sophie was a smart girl.

She immediately sensed the underlying meaning in Sam’s words, and her eyes showed a hint of panic, her cheeks reddening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a bad boy… I don’t know what you’re saying.”

She said, trying to divert attention by starting to eat.

As if that would hide her embarrassment and momentary confusion.

“You say I like to play dumb, but I think you like to play dumb even more.”

The girl, now stuffing her mouth with food, didn’t care about manners.

Mumbling through her food, she said,

“Eat, eat! So noisy!”

Sam laughed, watching her, and said, “Eat slowly, don’t choke.”

“Hmph…”

She hummed ambiguously, probably trying to show she didn’t need his concern.

But to Sam, it looked like a cute little piggy: snorting and munching.

The meal went by quickly. This time, Sam, determined not to waste food, didn’t cook too much. After a month of experience, he had a good idea of the girl’s appetite.

“Want to go for a walk?”

As Sam finished the ‘cooking punishment’ and took out what seemed like the last bit of trash, he looked at Sophie.

Sophie glanced at Sam.

After the last walk, she had told herself she wouldn’t go for a walk with him again.

But when he smiled and asked, her resolve wavered.

Sam looked at the hesitant Sophie.

“This is my last time at your place. Want to go for a walk with me?”

“…I’ll change my clothes.”

The phrase ‘last time’ seemed to have a persuasive power that was hard to refuse.

Sam smiled and nodded.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Sophie didn’t respond, not knowing how to. She quickly went to her room and changed.

Her slender figure, sensitive to the cold, wouldn’t wear something like a Korean-style coat. She opted for a simple cotton jacket. But even in that, she looked exceptionally good, like a girl holding a glow stick in the snow, smiling and waving at you.

No one suited the youthful girl look better than her, though she rarely smiled.

She didn’t like being called cute either.

“Let’s go, the last time.”

She said, wrinkling her nose slightly.

Sam smiled without saying anything.

As they stepped outside and the cold wind hit them, Sam looked at her and said,

“Want to put your hands in here?”

Sophie’s face turned a bit red.

She quickly put her hands in her own pockets.

“I have my own pockets.”

Sam pretended to be disappointed and shook his head.

“That’s a shame…”

“Stop it. Are we going or not?”

Sophie ignored his antics, seeing them as just another way for him to tease her.

Sam smiled, walking beside her, both facing the cold wind together.

Their noses turned red from the cold.

Sam remembered something.

“After Christmas, winter break is coming. Do you have any plans?”

“You’ve asked me this before.” Sophie frowned.

Sam paused. “Really?”

Sophie smirked at him. “Talking to different girls about this every day must be tiring. It’s okay, just don’t mix it up.”

Sam might have forgotten, but he didn’t want to admit it. So he said, “No, I just wanted to ask about the club activities.”

Sophie looked at the fallen leaves swept up by the cold wind.

Her voice was as cold as the endless darkness, even with streetlights, it felt desolate.

“You mean Isabella’s so-called club activities?”

“Yeah, the gift exchange.”

“Do you expect me to give you a gift or give one to Angel?”

Clearly, she had no intention of participating.

Sam didn’t push, just sighed.

“It seems our club is like fireworks in the night sky, beautiful but fleeting.”

“I don’t think failing this activity means the club will disband. It’s her leaving the school, not us.”

Sam smiled at her.

“So you don’t want to give a gift, but you don’t want the club to disband either?”

Sophie lightly kicked a small stone with her toe, the sound of it rolling on the quiet street was clear.

“I don’t need it to disband, but if it does, I don’t care.”

“That’s so like you. But are you really not going to make any effort?”

Sophie frowned.

“Why should I? Do you think Angel will sincerely give me a gift? Even if she does, it’ll be something to make me angry, to mock me. She’s the one treating the club like a toy, not me.”

Sam looked at Sophie and said,

“If everyone thinks it’s unnecessary, that the club’s existence is optional, I won’t say anything or make any effort. But is that really the case? Is there no point in the club’s existence?”

“So you came today to persuade me to give Angel a gift?”

Sophie looked at Sam.

Her expression was naturally cold.

Sam smiled at Sophie.

“Yes, and I convinced her to give you a gift.”

“Convinced? Not conspired?”

“Conspired for what?”

“To mock me, to give me some weird gift, to see my reaction, to record my anger and helplessness.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

Sophie’s expression faltered.

She even stomped her foot.

“What’s so funny!”

“I… hahaha… no, lol…”

“Jerk!”

Sophie turned to leave, feeling that Sam was mocking her.

She knew she wasn’t exactly normal, but she had always lived this way. She didn’t expect everyone to understand her, but she wouldn’t accept being mocked.

Just as she turned, Sam grabbed her hand.

His grip was strong, and Sophie couldn’t resist, even spinning around.

The embarrassed girl found herself face-to-face with Sam again, her hand still held tightly.

Sam had composed himself, smiling.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t mocking you. I just think you have a bit of a persecution complex.”

“You’re still mocking me? Let go, we’re in public…”

Sam didn’t let go, his eyes shining like the cold moonlight.

“So, not in public, we can hold hands?”

“That’s not what I meant!!”

“I know that’s not what you meant, but you don’t understand my meaning.”

“What do you mean?”

Sophie, blushing, frowned, seeing Sam’s gentle and serious expression.

“I promise Angel’s gift won’t mock you. I won’t cooperate with her to tease you. I just…”

He hesitated.

Sophie, curious and anxious, asked,

“What are you trying to say…”

Sam let go of her hand.

Then he faced Sophie.

“I want to receive a gift from you and give you one. That’s all.”