The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Am I sweet now?
“Do you really want to go to the concert?”

Dinner for the four of them ended quickly, and as Angel turned her head, she saw Sam still examining the two concert tickets.

She didn’t think this rascal had any artistic gene, let alone germ.

How to put it, this kind of thing should be an innate quality, not something that can suddenly appear overnight.

“Well, we have nothing else to do, so why not check it out?” Sam said with a smile as he turned to her.

Angel squinted her eyes.

“So, you think being alone with me is boring, and that’s why you decided to go to the concert?”

Sam was taken aback.

“Where did you get that conclusion? Being with you, anywhere is fine. In other words, as long as you’re there, even a garbage dump feels like a garden.”

Saying such things, Sam could now do it without blushing or skipping a beat, as if it were a natural instinct.

Angel flashed a charming smile.

“What if I just want to stay in my room?”

Stay in the room again?

Sam smiled and said, “Of course, that’s fine too. But it’s not too late to go to the concert first. Although my musical appreciation skills aren’t great, everything needs a good start. What’s that saying? Foreplay that sets the mood is just as important as passionate lovemaking.”

“Ugh.”

Angel gave Sam a sidelong glance, her eyes filled with allure, a glance that could make anyone feel comfortable, like a current of electricity passing through.

As she said this, she stood up.

Sam looked at her. “Where are you going?”

“To change clothes.”

That was a yes.

Sam waited quietly outside.

After about half an hour, Angel finally emerged.

Angel was very confident in her charm, so she didn’t need many steps to enhance her beauty.

Her choice of clothing might take a bit longer, as her wardrobe was like a museum of modern women’s fashion.

Angel didn’t disappoint Sam. It was as if he were the sole audience of a perfect runway show.

She wore a thick white wool coat over a black, silky, form-fitting dress.

A white and red scarf adorned her neck as a beautiful accent, her legs in black stockings, and high heels completing the elegant and noble look.

Sam didn’t know how to describe Angel at this moment with the most accurate words, as it seemed no words could perfectly capture her perfection.

She carried her bag and stood elegantly in front of Sam, slightly tilting her head up.

“Ready.”

Though she said it simply, her eyes were fixed on Sam.

Clearly, a woman who dresses up meticulously, regardless of the outcome, needs the man in front of her to give his evaluation.

Sam wouldn’t miss this opportunity. This time, he didn’t use his extensive vocabulary to flatter her but smiled wryly.

“Absolutely perfect. Let’s go.”

They quickly left, with Elowen driving them to the concert.

The concert was held at a well-known venue in Kuhang.

Those who performed here were internationally renowned musicians. Ordinary stars and singers didn’t have the qualifications to perform on this stage.

The parking lot outside was full, like a luxury car exhibition.

Even before they got out of the car, they could see people in suits and ties, smiling and chatting, their watches gleaming like stars in the sky.

“Does this scene intimidate you?”

Angel noticed Sam’s gaze and asked with a smile.

Sam smiled.

“I may not have a fancy watch on my wrist, but as long as I’m holding your hand, I have a treasure more dazzling than all these combined.”

Angel’s lips curled slightly, satisfied with his words.

So she extended her hand, allowing Sam to hold it easily, and they got out of the car together.

Angel looked at the crowd at the grand and elegant entrance of the concert hall.

“Most of the people here aren’t really here for the music. They’re just pretending to be cultured, using the occasion to make deals or network. In their circles, everything can be a tool for profit. So don’t mind what they’re doing.”

Sam smiled, unfazed.

“I know.”

“Let’s go.”

They walked into the concert hall together, and of course, many so-called high-society individuals recognized Angel.

As Celeste’s only daughter, she was the most dazzling heiress in Kuhang.

So it wasn’t surprising that people knew her.

But Angel responded to their enthusiastic greetings and compliments with indifference.

She only gave simple greetings, sometimes just a nod.

Until someone said with a smile,

“Ah, it’s the first time seeing Miss Angel with a boy. Is this your boyfriend?”

Sam didn’t speak, smiling as he looked at Angel.

Angel’s lips curled slightly.

“Yes, this is my boyfriend, Sam.”

No matter how beautifully the maestro played inside, Sam felt this trip was already worth it.

However, seeing the slightly nervous looks in their eyes, Sam knew what they would do next.

They would hurriedly contact their subordinates to investigate who this boy named Sam was.

He wondered what their expressions would be when they found out Sam was just an ordinary high school student from Cedarwood.

Would they think this heiress was too lovestruck, or would they admire Sam’s skill in wooing women?

But none of that mattered.

They entered the concert hall and sat in their designated seats, quite close to the stage.

On the stage was a solitary piano.

Apart from the lighting, there were no other decorations.

It looked clean and elegant.

A middle-aged man, about forty or fifty, took the stage. He was thin, with graying temples. His expression was serious, with little smile. After bowing to the audience, he began his performance.

Indeed, Sam didn’t have much artistic sense and wasn’t good at appreciating such things.

But he had to admit, the music that reached his ears, sometimes crisp, sometimes deep, and then suddenly lively, really moved his emotions with the notes.

Perhaps this was the magic of music.

People are sensory creatures; they can’t resist beautiful sights and sounds.

More importantly, she and he held hands throughout the performance.

As the concert neared its end, applause erupted around them. The musician stood up and bowed again, and someone presented flowers.

Angel turned to Sam.

“Since we’re at a concert, aren’t you going to give a flower?”

Sam blinked.

“I only give flowers to you.”

“You better not be lying.”

Though she said it as if she didn’t believe him, the moment she turned her head, she smiled slightly.

They left the concert hall together, and as they reached the car, Angel leaned down to the driver, Elowen.

“You go back first. We’ll take a walk.”

Sam looked at her in surprise.

“Not in a hurry to go back?”

Angel squinted slightly.

“I spent over half an hour getting ready. Just attending a concert and going back would be a waste.”

Sam laughed.

“Art is priceless. You’re not respecting art.”

“Then you go back. I’ll walk alone.”

Sam grabbed Angel’s hand.

“It’s fine. Even if you didn’t respect art, at least you respected me. Let’s go.”

Neither of them said where they were going.

It seemed they had formed a tacit understanding that as long as they were together, anywhere was fine, even on a cold winter night.

In the cold wind, they walked along the long road. This part of the city was quieter, and it took about ten minutes to reach a bustling area.

The streetlights cast long shadows of the two, and their breath turned into thin mist.

“Winter break is coming soon. Do you have any plans?”

Sam asked casually.

Angel looked at the gradually lively crowd ahead. She didn’t like it much. She preferred walking on the quiet streets with Sam.

“No plans.”

“Don’t rich people usually go to warm places for vacation in winter and cool places in summer?”

Sam asked with a smile.

Angel sneered slightly.

“You just want me to leave Kuhang to give you more time with other women, right? Don’t worry, even if I go somewhere, I’ll take you with me, like my luggage.”

“Such sweet words, but you have to call me luggage?”

Sam looked at her innocently.

Angel scoffed.

“I’m not incapable of being sweet. You just haven’t reached the level where I want to be sweet to you. Isn’t that your fault?”

As Sam was about to speak.

“Excuse me, sir, ma’am, would you like to buy a bouquet?”

Suddenly, a little girl holding many roses appeared in front of them, blinking her big eyes and blocking their way.

Sam looked at Angel, who already seemed slightly impatient. Clearly, she didn’t like being interrupted.

The little girl didn’t seem to notice and looked at Sam with wide eyes.

“Sir, this lady is very beautiful. Won’t you buy her a bouquet?”

Sam smiled and bent down slightly to look at her.

“Why don’t you ask her to buy me flowers?”

“Huh?”

The little girl was stunned, clearly never having heard such a strange question.

Even Angel couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Sam.

“Please, don’t be so shameless.”

Sam laughed, then said with a smile.

“I’ll buy a bouquet.”

He took out some money, handed it to the girl, and took a bouquet of roses from her, ready to give them to Angel.

But to his surprise, and the little girl’s surprise.

“I’ll buy the rest. Give them to this gentleman.”

“Huh?”

The little girl was stunned, looking at this girl who was more beautiful than any she had seen, coldly staring at her.

Then, a wad of cash was stuffed into the little girl’s hands.

She was a bit dazed, instinctively handing over all the flowers.

Angel took the flowers and ‘thumped’ them into Sam’s arms.

Sam held one bouquet and cradled the rest, looking at Angel with a wry smile.

Angel smiled slightly, taking the bouquet he hadn’t yet given her.

She smiled and asked, “Am I sweet now? Sweeter than you?”