The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 411

Chapter 411: You’re definitely not a kid
“You’re really not coming back for the holidays, Bad Brother?”

It was a bright morning, shaking off the gloom of the past few days.

Sam felt relaxed and at ease.

He looked up towards the kitchen where the sound came from. A woman in an apron, her beautiful, slightly curly long hair tied up with a simple white hair tie.

No extra adornments.

Just her nearly perfect back curve and exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio created the image of an ideal woman.

Sam held his phone, smiling as he spoke.

“I told you, it’s just a short break. I don’t feel like making the trip back and forth.”

“Hey… it’s almost a month. I think you’re just avoiding me! Not even coming back for New Year’s.”

Sam felt a mix of emotions. “Why would I avoid you? You’re not a ghost.”

“Who knows? Maybe you’re… really afraid of me?”

The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, not like a challenge, but with a hint of playful and ambiguous affection.

So young, and already learning to tease men?

Sam found it amusing.

It wasn’t that Ava’s behavior lacked allure. On the contrary, she was a charming girl.

In Cedarwood, she was known as the well-behaved and sensible one, and her height and long legs made her more noticeable than most girls.

But… at that moment, the mature and alluring woman brought the prepared breakfast to him and set it down.

She didn’t speak, didn’t deliberately say anything to let the girl on the other end of the phone hear. Instead, she picked up a piece of perfectly cooked bacon and brought it to his mouth.

Her face wore a gentle smile, her eyes showing no urgency.

So, why do people say that sometimes not competing is a smarter way to compete?

Zoe understood this well.

Sam opened his mouth and ate the bacon. Having a woman make you breakfast in the morning… it was indeed a happy thing.

“Alright, just enjoy your holiday.”

“What’s there to enjoy about a holiday…”

“By the way, have you chosen your school? The new semester starts after spring break.”

Sam reminded her, and Ava fell silent for a moment.

“I chose a long time ago. You just remembered now?”

“I’ve been busy with finals and didn’t get a chance to ask you.”

“You better be, hmph.”

“Hehe, where did you choose?”

Just finished a piece of bacon.

The woman in front of him glanced at him. She still didn’t speak, nor did she make any noise.

She just made a simple gesture, unbuttoning her shirt in front of Sam.

The action was simple, as if the air-conditioned room was a bit warm.

Or maybe she was just hot from making breakfast.

But… what it revealed was the long neck, the prominent collarbones, and the full chest.

Just seeing that perfect curve and full shape, without touching or getting closer, one could imagine how enticing it would be.

What did this mean? Was she saying this was part of breakfast too?

Meanwhile, the voice on the other end of the phone came through.

“I don’t need you to worry~ You don’t care about my things anyway.”

“That’s not true… I don’t care enough?” Sam really wanted to control his gaze from drifting in that direction.

But it was difficult. Zoe’s presence was indeed hard to ignore.

“Hmph, you know yourself. Anyway, I’m not telling you. You’ll find out then.”

“Then?”

“Oh, I have a date with Celestria to go shopping. Talk later~”

The call abruptly ended.

Ava suddenly hung up.

Sam looked at his phone, puzzled.

But that’s probably how teenage girls are, unpredictable.

Like a book where you never know what the next page holds, it’s best not to guess these emotions.

Now Sam’s attention needed to be elsewhere.

“Was that your sister?” Zoe smiled, taking a sip of milk.

Her red lips stained with white milk looked inexplicably enticing. It was unclear if the mark left by this action was intentional, but it reminded Sam of some familiar scenes.

And it often happened with this woman, not an illusion.

Sam tried to eat calmly.

“Yeah… she’s on break too, and since she’s about to start school, I asked a few more questions. But are kids these days all this weird?”

Listening to Sam.

Zoe spoke gently yet seductively.

“You’re a kid yourself, why say that about others?”

Sam widened his eyes slightly, using exaggerated acting.

“How could I be a kid? I’m already 18.”

But Zoe didn’t care if this boy was a kid.

She just glanced directly at Sam’s crotch, then chuckled, looking enchanting.

“You’re definitely not a kid.”

The way she said it was full of meaning, paired with her expression, it felt like something scratched at Sam’s heart.

An indescribable itch.

Making the breakfast in front of him seem less appealing.

Because the more tempting delicacy was right in front of him.

“Zoe, do you have to say these things in the morning?”

Sam looked at her, pretending to be troubled.

Zoe smiled slightly. “Finish your breakfast first. It’s not good to have sex on an empty stomach.”

No pretense at all.

So why should Sam pretend?

Of course not, but he still patiently finished his breakfast. After all, it took Zoe almost the entire morning to prepare it. Not finishing it would be disrespectful.

But when they finished eating.

As Zoe reached out to clean up the table.

The boy’s hand reached out, grabbing her soft wrist.

Zoe looked at him, slightly surprised.

That familiar look seemed to appear, the one Zoe couldn’t stand.

Fiery, direct, with a hint of dominance.

Zoe didn’t even realize that she preferred his natural assertiveness over his handsome face.

She didn’t realize she had a unique attraction to strength.

But Zoe hesitated slightly, trying to struggle.

“Don’t mess around, let me clean up first…”

But Sam clearly saw the hesitation in her eyes.

Sam just smiled slightly and looked up.

“Are you disobeying?”

Zoe pretended to be annoyed. “How are you talking to me? Am I being too gentle with you?”

Sam let go of her hand and stood up.

In Zoe’s puzzled gaze, he sat on a spacious chair.

Then he looked at Zoe, making a simple gesture.

“Clap, clap.”

He patted his thigh.

Then he put away his smile, his voice becoming firm and deep.

“Come here.”

No honorifics, no pleading.

It felt like a reasonable request, more like a command.

And what Zoe couldn’t stand was precisely this. She already felt it.

This simple gesture, just a look, combined with a brief tone, formed an inescapable trap.

She seemed uncontrollably drawn towards Sam.

She walked over.

Like someone enchanted, walking towards an irreversible cliff.

She looked at Sam.

Sam looked up at her.

No more words were needed. The silence between them was filled with an overwhelming sense of intimacy.

So Sam just needed to reach out and easily grasp Zoe’s soft hand.

Zoe fell onto Sam’s lap, like prey falling into a hunter’s trap.

Oh no.

Zoe seemed to realize now that she was the real prey.

Sam smiled, reaching out to touch her soft, red lips. A playful smile appeared.

Zoe’s eyes seemed to fill with mist.

She was not only sensible but could quickly get into the mood without any hesitation.

She gently bit Sam’s finger with her slightly parted red lips.

She didn’t speak.

Just with misty eyes, she conveyed everything.