The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 91

You’re cuter this way
“It’s already so late, and it would be somewhat inconvenient for me to go in. Let’s just forget it; you should be a bit more sober now.”

Sam tried to restrain himself from crossing his last line of defense.

He didn’t want a moment of weakness to lead him into an irretrievable situation, especially since he hadn’t yet touched upon Sophie’s mission. It was better not to delve into her secrets.

Although Sam was well aware that continuing to interact this way, with both of them in the same club and his understanding of her deepening, even a fleeting appearance of the female lead in this game would inevitably lead to a story with him.

But Sam hoped to at least sort out some things around him before that happened.

At least not now, with the attention of many female leads, constantly worrying about them.

However, it was clear that Sophie, in her current state, had no intention of letting Sam go.

She acted almost subconsciously, like a drunk person clutching at something stable nearby, pulling at Sam’s collar, refusing to let go, and dragging him into the room.

“No… I’m so dizzy, help me, please. Leaving now would be too cruel, I’m really dizzy~”

Sam’s collar was nearly torn from the tugging.

An annoyed Sam finally couldn’t endure Sophie’s drastic change in behavior any longer.

He grabbed her wrist, looked down at the woman whose face was flushed red and reeked of alcohol.

“Are you sure you want my help?”

A flicker of panic flashed through Sophie’s eyes, but like a frail deer, she gently nodded.

“Mm… help me, Sam… ah~~!”

Sam didn’t respond because his actions spoke for him.

He effortlessly lifted the slender Sophie in his arms, cradling her like a princess.

Sophie, suddenly lifted into the air, was caught off guard. By the time she realized what was happening, the door had closed, and Sam was striding towards the room with her in his arms.

Sophie didn’t know what Sam intended to do, but the ambiguity and the strong scent of him made her head spin.

How did her sister always manage to speak so harshly to this Sam?

She didn’t know.

All she felt was her heart about to leap out of her chest.

Her head was more muddled than the dizziness the alcohol brought.

His chest was just too reliable…

And he smelled so good…

Sorry, sister, I can’t wait for your permission, Sam is really handsome…

“Bang.”

When she came to, Sophie… no, Sophia was already thrown onto the bed.

She shrank slightly on the bed, seemingly a bit nervous and shy, yet her eyes couldn’t help but stealthily take in Sam standing at the bedside.

Sam just stood there, in a white T-shirt, snug jeans.

From this angle, the outline of his groin was conspicuously bulging.

Embarrassingly…

But is this okay?

Isn’t it too fast?

Did I go too far?

When my sister wakes up, she’ll definitely be furious, right?

Sam’s gaze landed on Sophie’s face, which bore a complex expression.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, causing her to tremble slightly at his approach.

“Sophie, were you inviting me just now?”

The woman on the bed was taken aback. “What… invitation?”

Sam smirked, his look full of intrigue as he gazed at the woman on the bed.

“Under the influence, a single woman inviting a man of her age to her home, isn’t that an invitation?”

Instantly, Sophia felt an unprecedented pressure, her nervousness making her body shake.

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam. I just… drank too much… um!”

While Sophia was still trying to figure out how to explain herself, suddenly, Sam leaned down towards her, as if to invade her space.

But he stopped very close, forcing her to endure the pressure of his gaze, unable to escape.

Sam looked into her eyes and said decisively,

“Stop pretending. You’re not that drunk. Your consciousness is clear. You insisting on me coming in wasn’t something you said because you were drunk.”

Sophia wanted to escape, but the confined space left no room to retreat. She realized she had underestimated Sam’s perceptiveness.

This time it seemed a bit impulsive…

Sophia tried to explain,

“Can’t I do this without being drunk? I… just wanted to express my gratitude for today…”

Hearing her obviously insincere words, Sam laughed mockingly.

“Gratitude? How do you plan to express it, with your body?”

“I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I just…”

Sam moved even closer, his nose almost touching hers, her body tensing up as if frozen.

Sam then lowered his voice and said,

“Stop pretending. The Sophie I know would never do such a thing, nor would she have so much physical contact with me while drinking. Your so-called secret is probably…”

In this seemingly inescapable moment, under the layers of pressure that almost overwhelmed her, instincts kicked in.

She suddenly closed her eyes, then abruptly opened them.

This sudden familiar gaze made Sam narrow his eyes, noticing the detail.

And then,

“Get lost…!”

The low voice,

The familiar tone,

The utter disdain, even disgust in her gaze reappeared.

Indeed… just as he had thought.

Sam didn’t move away immediately but instead accurately grabbed her hand as she tried to push him away.

“You invited me in, and now you’re telling me to get lost. Am I a football?”

The proximity of Sam’s breath, closer than ever before, filled Sophie with discomfort and a strange tension.

She gritted her teeth, staring daggers at Sam.

“I was drunk just now. What do you want to do? If you’re planning to take this opportunity to rape me, I swear I’ll have you thrown in jail!”

Sam stared intently into her eyes.

“Is it because you drank too much, or is it another ‘you’?”

“You…!!”

Sophie’s eyes widened, revealing a hint of despair, as if a secret had been uncovered.

Sam slowly stood up and released her hand.

He rose from the bed under her puzzled gaze, straightening his clothes.

Then he said,

“I don’t care about your secrets, nor do I have any intentions towards you. But if you don’t want others to know about these secrets, then communicate with me properly. Don’t keep pretending to be strong; it’s not smart.”

After saying this, Sam prepared to leave.

But at that moment,

“Sam.”

A voice came from behind him, and as Sam turned, he saw Sophie sitting up on the bed.

The anger and disdain in her eyes had lessened, replaced by an indefinable look.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Sophie’s legs were long and her skin almost glowed.

Sam looked at Sophie as she lifted her head.

“I’m quite unpleasant, aren’t I?”

Sam thought for a moment, first nodding, then quickly shaking his head.

“Not to that extent.”

“I know, without this pretty face, my personality would really annoy people. I’m stubborn, competitive, never willing to admit I’m weaker than anyone, and I don’t want anyone to see even the slightest weakness in me.”

Sam looked at her calmly, offering neither comfort nor reply.

Sophie laughed at herself.

“I can’t tell you my secret, not now at least. Even though I know you might have guessed it, but… can you pretend you don’t know?”

Sam sighed.

“I’ll try.”

Sophie looked at Sam, then lowered her eyes.

“I want to ask you, why did you help me on the roller coaster? Did you pity me, or… were you trying to expose my pretense?”

Sam shook his head.

“Neither.”

“Then what?”

“It’s just my character. If it wasn’t you, I would have helped someone else.”

Sophie looked at Sam in a daze, then shook her head and laughed at herself.

“Indeed, there’s nothing special about me in your eyes… but still, thank you. I’ll try… not to treat you like I did before. But I hope you understand, what happened to me made me this way. Most of the time, I didn’t intend to hurt anyone; I just wanted to protect myself.”

Sam looked at the woman on the bed.

He looked up at the ceiling, then at the tightly closed window and the closely drawn curtains.

Sam shrugged.

“It has nothing to do with me; it’s your own business. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”

“…”

Yes, what does it have to do with Sam? It’s Sophie’s own issue. It’s natural for him to dislike her, even hate her, as this is the path she chose for herself.

How can one expect to be oneself and yet be understood by others?

Such greed…

Sam chuckled and said, “But I still want to say one thing.”

“What…?”

“You’re cuter this way.”

“…What are you talking about!”

Sophie, caught off guard, widened her eyes, her cheeks instantly flushing a different shade from the drunken red earlier.

Sam spread his hands.

“Nothing much, just wanted to tell you to live in a way that feels comfortable to you, like me. Even if I don’t have a particularly good impression, others might like you.

You don’t need to deliberately change anything; it’s your own life. Alright, I’m leaving. Take care and rest well.”

Sam calmly turned and left.

It wasn’t until the sound of the front door closing again reached her that Sophie snapped out of her daze.

She couldn’t help but hug a pillow.

“What did I even say… Sophia, this is all your fault!”

“What did I do? If you hadn’t been unable to hold your liquor, I wouldn’t have had to come out!”

“Why did you let him come to our place?!”

“I couldn’t get back by myself!”

“What do we do now? He knows everything, he’s so smart he must have figured out our secret!”

“So what if he knows… It’s not like we can hide it forever, and who knows, it might be a good opportunity…”

“A good opportunity my foot! I don’t want this kind of opportunity, I don’t want…”

“Sister… Even though our personalities and preferences aren’t the same, some truths remain.”

“And that is… Fate and destiny can’t be escaped, no matter how much we try.”