The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 62

What are you laughing at?
The evening sun was beautiful, and Sam noticed that from this angle, the sunlight would penetrate through the gaps in the leaves of a large tree outside the courtyard.

The warm orange light gently caressed Sam and Angel’s hair.

The girl walking beside him seemed to always carry an air of cold, aloof elegance, her nobility forcing everyone to look up to her.

Sam was well aware that even with his extraordinary handsomeness and charm, in Angel’s eyes, he was at best a slightly special toy.

Completely winning her over was not going to be that simple.

At that moment, Angel spoke up. “Did Selena ask you to talk to me about the game console?”

Sam smiled. “If you already know, why ask? But you don’t need to be such a harsh sister. She’s still young; letting her play games for a while isn’t so bad.”

Angel looked at Sam coldly. “Do you enjoy spreading your kindness to all girls?”

Sam was taken aback. “Isn’t she your sister?”

“Not even my sister,” Angel responded, her voice devoid of warmth.

“Moreover, this is a matter of our family. What she is going through now is exactly what I experienced. No childish hobbies, no losing oneself in playthings, no showing any sign of childish, innocent joy in the eyes of so-called adults.” Her tone was indifferent, as if these matters were trivial, light as a feather.

Yet, when Sam empathized with this perspective, he could imagine a little girl stripped of all her toys, then submerged in a sea of books, money, and ambition.

That might have been Angel in the past, perhaps the reason why she disliked considering others’ feelings and was convinced that money and power could achieve anything. Because she, too, had never been understood by others.

Seeing Sam’s look of understanding, Angel didn’t sigh. Her expression was as cold as the ice on a snowy mountain.

“Better I teach her this truth than someone else.”

“Even if she grows up to resent you?” Sam looked at Angel.

Angel didn’t hesitate. “What does it matter? People like us, even after understanding all these truths and hating them, have no choice but to keep going.”

“That sounds pretty sad,” Sam said calmly.

Angel nodded. “You’re the first to dare call me sad.”

Sam smiled: “Isn’t that what you’re trying to say? Otherwise, you wouldn’t tell me these things that ordinary people wouldn’t think about. Are you hoping for my admiration or perhaps for me to hate you more?”

Angel frowned, inexplicably irritated. At that moment, Sam wisely changed the subject.

“But it seems that I’ve only seen you two on my visits. I haven’t met your parents yet.”

Angel’s voice grew colder. “Mother has gone on a trip and won’t be back for a while. Father passed away three years ago due to illness.”

“Ah… should I say I’m sorry? No sarcasm intended, just genuinely seeking your opinion.”

Angel shook her head. “No need, it’s just a formality anyway. To others, these things are just a line on my business card. No matter how eloquently expressed, they won’t truly resonate with empathy. Besides, I don’t need anyone’s empathy.”

She really is like a hedgehog, Sam thought.

At that moment, Sam suddenly remembered Sophie. The difference between Angel and Sophie was slight; Sophie only wished to protect herself, while Angel tried to control everything, keeping it all in her hands.

Sam nodded. “Okay, but I still want to say something. You don’t have to be so harsh on your sister. After all, she might not understand many things you see, and perhaps she represents another version of you who hasn’t achieved certain goals yet?”

Angel didn’t respond immediately, instead falling silent before stopping in her tracks.

They stood in the middle of a spacious and clean road, the orange sunset casting its dull, warm light on her long hair, like an eternally beautiful yet unreachable shore.

Angel looked at Sam, not far away. “Are you so concerned about our family’s affairs because you want to be our son-in-law?”

“Ah?” Sam stood frozen in place.

Angel wasn’t sneering, and her question seemed earnest.

“If you really want to change something, whether it’s her or me, there’s only one way, right? Or are your words of kindness just superficial, and any small cost would make you back off?”

The crucial question had arrived. It was a difficult one to answer and could impact the subsequent outcome.

Angel seemed to ask whether he wanted to become part of the family, but actually, it was probing his intentions – whether he genuinely cared about her past, her inner world, or was he like all the other men, feigning concern only to deceive and then abandon?

The correct response was unclear, but a wrong one would have obvious consequences. A step close to the game’s BAD ending.

So, how should he respond?

Sam’s gaze drifted across her face, like the setting sun at that moment, and then fell.

Not on her full, firm breasts, nor on her long legs.

“Look, a cat!” Suddenly, Sam squatted down and gestured to a cat not far away.

Angel frowned.

She saw a small cat approaching Sam step by step, then enjoying the strokes of his hand.

“How nice. Why is there a stray cat here?” Sam asked.

Angel, watching Sam’s childish behavior, replied irritably, “If it’s a stray, it’s normal for it to wander anywhere.”

“That makes sense. Hey, do you want to pet it? It’s so comforting.” Sam said as the round-headed kitten rubbed its head against his palm.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Angel’s face, quickly turning into thick disdain. “I don’t like cats.”

Sam looked up at Angel in surprise. “There are people in the world who don’t like cats?”

“Then there shouldn’t be people in the world who don’t like me.”

How should he respond to such an aggressive gaze? Sam didn’t know.

Because he couldn’t answer. Not because he lost the ability to speak, but… time suddenly stopped.

Leaves hung mid-air, not reaching the ground.

The small cat’s motion of rubbing against Sam’s palm froze.

Time had stopped.

Sam felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Why did time stop at this moment? Had he said something wrong? Had he done something wrong?

What was the significance of this pause in time? What was she trying to do?

As Sam stood motionless, unable to escape, he noticed Angel, not far in front of him, squatting down in front of him.

No, more precisely, squatting behind the cat.

From his angle, Sam could clearly see Angel’s face unexpectedly flush with color.

Then she carefully extended her hand. Gently, she began to stroke the cat’s head.

She was not just petting it. Her face even bore a sweet, healing smile as she touched the cat – a pure, natural smile Sam had never seen on her before.

She even made an unimaginable sound. “Hehe… so soft… so comfortable…”

So, why stop time just to pet a cat? And why claim to dislike cats?

He didn’t know how long it had been, but she petted the cat for a very long time before finally standing up.

Gradually, Sam felt time starting to flow again.

He blinked, looking at the girl in front of him who seemed as if she hadn’t moved at all since a moment ago.

“But… cats are cute, aren’t they?” Sam finally finished his earlier sentence.

Angel frowned, her face full of disgust. “I’ll say it again, I hate cats the most.”

Sam couldn’t help but burst into laughter, almost to the point of doubling over in amusement.

This left Angel utterly perplexed. “What are you laughing at?!”

Tears nearly spilled from Sam’s eyes as he realized what the girl had been doing, why she had stopped time.

She didn’t want to expose any preferences or likes, considering them weaknesses. Realizing she actually liked cats, she would feel embarrassed and lose face.

Sam wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes. “Nothing, nothing. I just suddenly thought you’re quite cute.”

“What did you say…”

“I said you’re very cute, Angel.”