The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Sophie, only by being bold can we have a story
Sam was already quite familiar with Sophie’s tastes.

This girl was a bit of a picky eater. She didn’t mind eating meat, but she preferred vegetables.

However, there were many vegetables she didn’t like, such as carrots and mushrooms.

He bought some groceries and, on a whim, also picked up a bag of canned beer.

He wasn’t planning to get the girl drunk, but on days like this, with the holidays approaching, a little something to celebrate was always needed.

Otherwise, it would feel too bland.

This could apply to many situations.

For instance, if a girl invites you to spend a holiday alone with her, and you can’t quite gauge how far things might go, whether she genuinely likes you or is just bored, or if she couldn’t find anyone else to hang out with.

You could try asking if she wants to have a drink to celebrate.

If she’s willing to drink with you in a one-on-one setting, it says a lot.

And when people aren’t entirely sober, more stories tend to unfold.

Sometimes, in such a liberated and bold mood, holding hands, a sudden closeness, or a perfectly timed hug can bring unique joy.

Some things are tempting precisely because they’re right in front of you, yet you can’t fully possess them.

With the groceries in hand, Sam followed the familiar route to Sophie’s apartment.

He rang the doorbell.

“Tap, tap, tap—”

The sound of hurried footsteps approached the door.

Then, a soft click as the door opened.

“You’re back already?”

Sophie peeked out, looking a bit flustered, like a cautious deer.

Sam found it amusing.

“What did you expect? That I’d spend all night shopping? Let me in, it’s freezing out here.”

Sophie stepped aside to let Sam in, watching him enter.

Once inside, Sam noticed that Sophie had changed her clothes.

But unlike usual, she wasn’t wearing her familiar, thick, and somewhat bulky panda pajamas.

Instead, she wore a gray hoodie, a plain pleated skirt, and over-the-knee black socks.

This left Sam momentarily stunned.

What was this about?

Wasn’t this her home?

“What… what are you looking at?”

Feeling embarrassed under Sam’s direct gaze, Sophie fidgeted.

Sam had returned so quickly that she hadn’t even had time to fix her hair.

Sophie wasn’t one to dress up often. Relying on her youthful beauty, she usually preferred simple outfits. But even so, she outshone women with heavy makeup by miles.

As for this time…

She didn’t know what she was thinking.

She just felt embarrassed to wear those cartoon pajamas in front of Sam.

So she decided to put on something nicer… to welcome a guest, it seemed more polite?

With that thought, Sophie changed into several outfits before settling on this one, which wasn’t too formal but not too casual either.

“Nothing… I was just curious why you changed into this outfit.”

Sophie’s cheeks felt hot as she tried to maintain her usual demeanor.

“Why do you care what I wear? It’s not like I dressed up for you.”

“Then who did you dress up for?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

Sophie stomped her foot slightly. “This is my normal attire!”

“Your normal home attire isn’t those cartoon pajamas…”

“They’re in the wash!”

“Oh. Alright.”

Sam’s nonchalant response made Sophie regret her decision.

What a waste of effort. She shouldn’t have changed clothes for this bad egg.

But as Sam turned with the bags, he smiled and said,

“But you look much better like this. How can I say this… if you showed up at school like this, you’d be the campus goddess.”

With that, Sam headed to the kitchen.

Leaving Sophie standing by the shoe cabinet, staring at the door.

Her face turned red.

Like a natural alarm, her face always reacted to Sam’s actions, even just a simple sentence.

…

Sam had bought quite a few groceries, so it took a bit more effort.

By the time the first dish was on the table, Sophie was already eagerly waiting by the dining table.

By the fourth dish, Sam was still busy in the kitchen.

Sophie couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you making so many dishes?”

Sam didn’t turn around, continuing his work.

Sophie felt a bit dazed.

That month had passed, but she hadn’t forgotten many things. She was still used to seeing Sam in that spot, cooking with familiar seriousness.

The kitchen wasn’t a pleasant place, filled with annoying smoke and grease.

But in this scene, Sam was the unique boy who captivated Sophie.

It felt like as long as Sam was there, no matter how long, no matter when, she could keep watching, never getting tired.

Her greatest fear, the thing she always tried to avoid, seemed to have happened.

She had completely gotten used to this boy being in her world, no matter how strange, no matter how unreasonable.

But how long could it last?

They weren’t married, so this moment couldn’t last forever. Without a legitimate reason to continue, it was just a mirage, right?

When it disappeared… would she be sad? Sophie didn’t know. But Sam, bringing the last dish, broke her reverie with a smile.

“Why didn’t you start eating?”

Sam sat down, bringing with him a faint smell of cooking oil.

But Sophie didn’t mind at all.

She snapped back to reality, hurriedly picking up her utensils.

“I was waiting for you to finish. If I started eating, you’d complain that I didn’t wait for you, that I was ungrateful…”

Sam looked at her in surprise.

“Wow, Sophie, you know me so well now. How did you know that’s exactly what I’d say?”

Hearing this, Sophie glared at Sam.

“So you had a backup plan to tease me?”

Sam chuckled, serving soup and dishes.

“How is it teasing? It’s called setting the right mood. Otherwise, eating with you would be too dull.”

Sophie looked at the soup and dishes in front of her.

She wrinkled her nose.

“If eating with me is such a burden, why do you cook for me?”

Sam shrugged nonchalantly.

“Because you’re so dull, making you less dull is interesting. Get it?”

“You think I’m a child!”

Sophie took a big sip of the soup.

So fresh~~~

It was really delicious.

Even though it wasn’t her first time tasting Sam’s cooking, each time felt like a new experience.

How to put it, like a coffee shop that introduces delicious new items every day.

There was no chance of getting tired of it.

Every dish was so tasty, whether in color, aroma, or the texture in her mouth.

Unparalleled.

“Is it good?”

Sam asked with a smile.

Sophie wanted to say it wasn’t good, but unfortunately, her expression probably betrayed her.

She could only awkwardly say, “It’s okay…”

“So picky?”

Sophie snorted. “It means you haven’t improved at all. You need to work harder.”

Sam held back his laughter.

“Seems like my cooking can’t satisfy you anymore. Alright, I won’t cook for you anymore, to avoid further criticism.”

“That’s not fair!!”

Sophie couldn’t hold back, almost slamming her spoon on the table.

Sam found it amusing.

“Then what? You’re not satisfied.”

“Can’t you… try a bit harder?”

Sam looked at her.

“What’s the point of me trying harder? Why should I? For you, Sophie?”

Sophie sat still, staring at Sam.

Sam looked back at her, at her stunned expression.

He knew what was happening, probably a brain overload. Maybe she was sweating.

But that wasn’t important.

Sam looked up, smiling at the beautiful girl biting her lower lip.

“Sophie, only by being bold can we have a story.”