The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: If it weren’t you, you’d be dead
When Sam finished dressing and was about to leave, Sophie suddenly reached out, cupping his face with both hands, and pressed her lips against his.

He had lost count of how many times they had kissed that night.

But this time was different—it was Sophie who initiated it.

When the kiss finally broke, they stared at each other in silence for a long moment.

Until Sophie’s hands, wrapped around his neck, began to loosen slightly.

Her eyes shimmered with a hint of regret.

“You should go.”

Sam knew it too; he couldn’t delay any longer. He had already stayed too long.

The longer he stayed… the angrier the girl who might still be waiting would become.

Things would only get more complicated… oh, they were already complicated enough.

Sam took a deep breath.

“I know. You should get some rest.”

Sophie, however, shook her head, her eyes now openly showing her concern.

She looked at Sam seriously.

“No matter what happens, don’t risk your safety.”

For a moment, Sam was at a loss for words.

He nodded.

“Okay.”

Sophie looked at him.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then she slowly let go…

…

Leaving Sophie’s apartment, the cold wind blew away the last traces of alcohol.

Sam walked downstairs and stood at the entrance of the apartment complex. He realized it was very late, and there were no taxis available.

Sam and Sophie had spent so much time making love that he wasn’t even sure if Angel was still awake.

Sam didn’t really want to contact Angel at this moment. He had an inexplicable feeling that contacting her now would lead to something bad.

But after thinking for a while, Sam decided to send her a message.

He kept the tone casual.

“Are you asleep?”

The wind tousled his hair, and he felt a bit cold, but more importantly, he felt anxious.

Angel replied shortly after.

“Do you want me to be asleep or awake?”

A familiar question thrown back at him. Even though it wasn’t a voice message, Sam could almost picture the expression on her face.

It would definitely be a slightly mocking, cold smile.

“Of course, I hope you’re awake.”

“Oh? So your stamina is pretty good. Sophie didn’t drain you dry?”

Sam didn’t know how to respond to this remark; he felt he should explain it in person. With no taxis available, Sam decided to run to Angel’s house.

His body had been enhanced many times, allowing him to run at speeds far exceeding that of a car.

Especially at night, he would hardly be noticed.

Sam quickly arrived at Angel’s house. He took a deep breath, thinking about how to get inside.

“Creak—”

The door opened, and Sam was momentarily stunned.

Fortunately, it wasn’t Angel, but Elowen. It made sense, but also didn’t.

“Elowen, you’re still up?”

Elowen looked at Sam calmly, her expression as unchanging as ever.

“Miss is in her room.”

“Is she asleep?”

Sam asked.

Elowen shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

A vague answer, just like Sam expected. It was meant to keep him guessing, fitting Angel’s personality perfectly.

Sam nodded and was about to walk in when he suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, right, Miss Elowen.”

Sam stopped in his tracks.

Elowen turned her head, looking at him curiously.

“This is for you. Happy New Year.”

Sam handed her a pair of black motorcycle gloves from his canvas bag.

The color and material matched Elowen’s usual black suit and her unique aura.

Elowen frowned slightly, not immediately taking them.

Sam smiled and explained.

“They’re not expensive, but they have a special effect. When you wear them, you’ll be more agile, and they’ll protect your hands from injury. They’re perfect for you.”

Hearing this, Elowen hesitated.

“I have nothing to give you in return.”

Her words were interesting.

She wasn’t refusing; she wanted the gloves but felt it was improper to accept them without giving something in return.

Sam smiled nonchalantly.

“It’s okay. Angel is my girlfriend. Helping her is like helping me. It’s only right for me to give you a gift. Take them.”

Elowen didn’t move, so Sam directly placed the gloves in her hands.

Elowen looked at the gloves, then at Sam.

Her expression remained unchanged, as if she couldn’t show any emotion, but her tone softened slightly.

“Thank you. Happy New Year.”

“You too. Happy New Year.”

Sam waved with a smile and walked into the spacious, luxurious courtyard.

Angel’s house was quiet, the flowers in the moonlit garden covered in a silver sheen, gently swaying in the night breeze.

Sam walked through the corridor to the familiar door.

There was no sound inside, and the lights were off.

It was as if no one was there.

Sam activated his x-ray vision and looked inside.

To his surprise, there were no traps; everything seemed normal.

The girl was lying on her side on the bed, breathing evenly, as if she were asleep.

This puzzled Sam.

With Angel’s determination and peculiar persistence, how could she possibly be asleep?

Was she pretending?

But was there a need for that? Or was she planning to use her abilities to create some strange scenario once he entered?

He didn’t know. Sam took a deep breath, realizing he wouldn’t find answers standing at the door.

He gently pushed the door open. It wasn’t locked, so it opened easily. Sam made sure not to make any noise.

He entered the dark room, set down his canvas bag, and approached the bed.

The even breathing and her familiar scent filled the air.

There were no other sounds, no landmines underfoot.

Good, she didn’t plan to go down with him.

As Sam climbed onto the familiar bed, Angel remained motionless, as if she hadn’t noticed anything.

Sam took off his jacket and pants, slipping under the covers.

He tentatively reached out to touch her.

The moment he touched her, Angel reacted…

But not in the way action movies depict, where she would instantly strike and incapacitate him.

Instead, she turned around and reached out.

Her slender arms wrapped around Sam’s waist. She kept her eyes closed, not even looking at him.

Sam was stunned, his hands awkwardly hanging in the air, looking down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He didn’t know what to make of this.

Unexpected.

In short, completely unexpected.

He thought for a moment and spoke softly.

“Angel… it’s me.”

“If it weren’t you, you’d be dead.”

Her voice came from his chest, muffled because her face was pressed against him.

The sound wasn’t clear, and it carried a hint of drowsiness.

Sam wanted to ask more, like… what are you planning?

But after a moment of silence, he could only say softly.

“Are you tired?”

“Don’t talk… I want to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep.”

Sam didn’t know if she was genuinely this tired or pretending.

But either way, he had no reason to expose her.

He gently patted her back, listening to her breathing become even and steady again.

She really was asleep.

The sound was the same as every time they slept together, even her heartbeat was steady.

What was this?

Holding the girl in his arms, Sam couldn’t sleep all night.

A rare bout of insomnia.

He felt he had no reason to feel guilty. He had long convinced himself not to feel guilty about these things. This was what he had to do in this world.

Sam could invest his emotions and endure some backlash.

But he couldn’t afford to be indecisive, regretting and doubting his decisions.

Yet he still couldn’t sleep, until the darkness outside the curtains turned into persistent sunlight.

He wasn’t tired or exhausted, just felt a heaviness in his heart.

He maintained the position that allowed her to sleep comfortably, gently patting her back.

If possible, he wished time could stay like this.

No need to face more choices, no need to stay constantly vigilant.

But as long as people live, they must face new days, new worries, and troubles.

Sam temporarily gave up thinking.

Until he felt a slight movement in his arms, she lifted her head slightly to look at him.

Sleepy-eyed, hair tousled.

The strap on her shoulder had slipped halfway down, revealing the curve of her breast for Sam to see.

She yawned lightly, then lazily lay on Sam’s chest.

“Awake before me… or did you not sleep?”

Sam smiled.

“Just woke up a bit early. I don’t sleep much.”

Angel glanced at him, then slowly pushed herself up from his embrace.

“Get ready. We’re going to the church today.”

“Huh?”

Sam thought she would start questioning him, but she spoke in a normal tone.

Did she forget everything after a night’s sleep?

Was this still Angel?

Sam didn’t know, but he couldn’t ask her directly.

So he sat up as well.

“Going to the church this early?”

Angel got out of bed and picked up her clothes.

“Yes, it’s a family tradition to visit the church on New Year’s Day. If you don’t want to go, you can leave.”

With that said, how could Sam dare to say no?

He nodded.

“No problem.”

Angel opened her wardrobe and turned slightly.

“Go wash up outside. I’m changing.”

“Okay.”

As Sam stood in the hallway, looking at the garden.

He couldn’t figure out what was going on with this seemingly normal, even too normal, Angel.

What was she thinking?

Did someone brainwash her while she slept, erasing her memories?

But how could that be?

“Sigh…”

“People who sigh on the first day of the New Year won’t have good luck all year, Sam.”

A familiar voice appeared, and Sam immediately turned around.

He saw Celeste, already dressed in a red and white long dress, her hair neatly done, standing beside him.

She looked at him with a knowing smile, as if she could see right through him…