The Female Leads Truly Loves You Chapter 159: Did I get the wrong script, or did you misread

How to describe Angel?

She’s like having a magical mask, capable of transforming into different temperants and styles as needed.

Every look is one you’d adore, every appearance is irresistible.

Sam decided not to change his clothes specifically for the occasion. After all, he wasn’t attending to celebrate soone’s birthday. Even if everyone at the table was dressed in luxurious attire, looking splendid and magnificent, it had nothing to do with him.

They were simply from different worlds. Moreover, Sam had no intention of mingling with such people to gain any benefits for himself.

Because that would be utterly impossible.

Without Angel, who among those people would consider Sam worthy of notice? So, there’s no point in harboring such thoughts or actions.

Keeping it simple and staying true to oneself can actually be more dignified.

So, even if Angel wanted to insist that Sam change into a formal suit, Sam’s stance was straightforward.

"I’m fine as I am. If you expect to wear a suit, to dress up bright and beautiful to make you look good, then you might as well find soone else."

Naturally, such words would likely upset Angel.

But if Sam weren’t this kind of person, she probably wouldn’t be interested at all.

A person who lacks uniqueness and blends in with everyone else is not what Angel desires. She seeks sothing utterly unique, a treasure that is impossible to find elsewhere.

Therefore, she could only say,

"You only dare to be so bold in front of at tis like this. You don’t have to wear a suit, but at least change out of your shorts."

Soon after, Angel found Sam a set of white T-shirt and jeans, which was more in line with his usual casual style.

Before setting off, they first enjoyed a dinner at Angel’s house.

At the dinner table, Selena was like a well-behaved child, not daring to ntion anything about the ga, fearing Angel would rember and confiscate it as evidence of her mischief.

"Sister, are you guys going out later?" Selena asked cautiously, eyeing Angel.

Angel glanced down at her cousin, who seed uncharacteristically timid.

She nodded. "Haven’t I ntioned? It’s soone’s birthday; we should make an appearance."

"Oh~ Okay then, make sure to be safe~ Co back early, okay~" Selena appeared very obedient, and even Sam couldn’t spot any issues, likely thinking they were a harmonious pair of sisters.

However, Angel gave Selena a cold look. "If I co back and find you playing with the ga, you know what will happen."

In that mont, Selena trembled, managing a forced smile. "How could that be~ Sister, I’ll definitely stay ho and study diligently."

"Clatter." Just as she was about to use her spoon, her hand failed to grip it, and it fell to the table.

Sam held back his laughter at the scene, while Angel said nothing.

After dinner, as night fell and they had so juice, it was nearly 8:30 PM by the ti they were ready to leave.

Watching Sam and Angel get into the car, Selena seed reluctant to see them go from the doorway.

"Sister, co back early, okay~ I’m scared being ho alone~~"

"Got it, go back inside." Angel waved her hand in resignation.

Selena quickly went back inside and then rushed into her room, hugging her kitten. She excitedly powered on her computer, and as the screen lit up, she raised her hand in excitent.

"My favorite ga, start!"

...

"Your sister seems pretty dependent on you, huh?" Sam said with a laugh.

Angel gave Sam a sharp look. "You believe she’s playing gas right now?"

Sam looked at her curiously. "Then you’re quite tolerant, seeing through it but not pointing it out."

At that mont, the girl of elegant and perfect deanor simply leaned back in her seat. "Can’t be bothered to say anything. Being strict won’t help; it only makes her rebel more later. It’s essential to give her so space—that’s the real way to lead."

Sam couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Angel frowned at Sam, clearly annoyed by his carefree deanor. For so reason, she just couldn’t stand him being happier than herself.

The boy by her side should be trying his best to make her happy first, how could he dare to be joyful on his own?

Sam, holding back his laughter, said, "Isn’t this what I was telling you before... about giving such a child a childhood that feels like a childhood, to avoid repeating our own mistakes? You just find excuses not to admit that what I said makes sense."

Angel didn’t blush; instead, she reached out and grabbed Sam’s ear, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes. "Sam, seems like I’ve been too lenient with my smiles around you lately, haven’t I?"

Sam imdiately toned down his expression. "Not at all, I was just... making a logical guess, not confirming anything..."

Knowing when to back down was part of Sam’s character.

Angel let out a huff and released him, but the subtle and sophisticated fragrance from her lingered around Sam’s face.

"From now on, don’t just guess about . Just listen to what I say."

Of course, Sam wouldn’t agree. "You must be joking. I’m not your servant you’re raising. You want to control my thoughts too?"

Angel sneered.

"It’s just a matter of ti. Eventually, you will not only be my servant but also my tool for sexual pleasure. In this world, only you can possess . It is my gift to you."

Sam glanced at Elowen, who remained silent throughout their exchange.

She was just focused on driving, seemingly in a state where she shut out the external world.

Truly the perfect robot.

Sam, leaning back in his chair and looking ahead, decided not to argue vehently. It was pointless to try to persuade her anyway.

"Then look forward to that day. I, for one, think it’ll never happen."

Angel let out a cold laugh. "My favorite thing to do is to shatter the naive fantasies of those who are too full of themselves."

Sam chuckled as well. "Funny, too..."

"Thud!"

"Hiss... What are you doing? Resorting to stepping on because you can’t win the argunt?"

Sam rubbed his foot irritably, having been harshly stepped on by her high heels.

But, truly, Angel in high heels... was even more noble, more perfect.

With her outfit, her deanor was imdiately elevated, not to ntion Angel exuded an air of quality from head to toe, embodying the epito of a perfect, noblewoman through her speech and gaze.

At 18, wearing high heels didn’t seem out of place on her. Instead, the heels accentuated her perfect leg shape, her slightly tensed calves, and her full, beautiful ankles...

It was simply too perfect.

At that mont, Elowen up front spoke up. "Miss, we’ve arrived."

The car slowly ca to a stop.

They had arrived at a luxurious villa.

"Do wealthy people always hold their birthday parties in places like this?" Sam remarked, taking in the surroundings.

Angel replied calmly, "This is a rented house. If the birthday party were held at his estate, you’d be so shocked that your eyes would pop out."

"That exaggerated?" Sam asked, surprised.

Angel simply smiled and then said, "Let’s get out of the car."

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They exited the vehicle together and approached the entrance of the mansion. It seed Angel rembered sothing.

"Extend your arm."

"Hm?" Sam instinctively extended his arm slightly, and then Angel gently looped her arm through his.

This reminded Sam of Zoe a few days ago, but the difference was clear.

Zoe clung tightly as if afraid he’d run away, whereas Angel’s touch was more natural, not fearing his escape—showing a unique confidence.

They approached the villa’s entrance with grace, where a man resembling a staff mber promptly bowed politely.

"Miss Angel, welco. And to the handso gentleman, please co in."

The server did not treat Sam any differently for his casual attire while being at Angel’s side.

Angel nodded and led Sam into the villa. The living room was quite spacious, but not all the lights were on. Instead, there was a dim, intimate ambiance, giving everyone a bit more privacy.

In the center of the living room was a huge rectangular bar table laden with various drinks, snacks, and cooked food, including champagne, red wine, and whiskey.

The crowd was young, dressed in various expensive outfits, with hardly any middle-aged individuals present. It seed this birthday party was indeed aid at the host’s younger friends.

However, no sooner had Sam and Angel taken a few steps inside than soone approached them.

"Ah, Miss Angel, it’s been a long ti."

"Mr. Rhys, hello, it indeed has been quite a while."

Angel took a wine glass from a server nearby and clinked glasses with the young man smiling in front of her. They politely sipped their drinks.

Then, the young man noticed Sam standing beside Angel, dressed simply in a white T-shirt and jeans.

"Hey, I haven’t seen this one before. Quite handso, isn’t he? Could he be Miss Angel’s boyfriend?"

Before Sam could speak, Angel responded with a smile. "Sam, my boyfriend."

Angel delivered this statent with utter calm.

Sam didn’t object, understanding that in this setting, his role was to support Angel.

However, what Sam hadn’t anticipated was the stir this casual remark would cause. Everyone nearby turned their gaze towards them, their expressions ranging from surprise to outright shock.

"Angel, when did you get a boyfriend?!"

"My goodness, Miss Angel has a boyfriend?!"

"Let see who this lucky guy is!"

Eyes from all directions focused on them, making Sam feel like he was the star at an award ceremony who had just won the highest honor, known as Angel’s Boyfriend.

But Sam didn’t feel pressured; after all, it wasn’t true.

Honestly, he even felt like spreading his arms wide, as if embracing the whole world... though, such a gesture would be more appropriate in front of Sophie, not Angel.

Angel, for her part, didn’t seem to feel any pressure either. She was utterly composed, even at ease, facing everyone’s stares with tranquility.

That is until a certain figure arrived.

"Ha ha ha, Angel, you finally made it! Long ti no see!" A young man in a white suit, clearly the host of the party with his blue hair, approached Angel with open arms.

But Angel just looked at him, making no move to reciprocate, and said calmly, "Congratulations, Mr. Troy. Happy birthday."

Troy, feeling a bit awkward, lowered his arms and then cheerfully said, "Ah, I’ve co back from abroad, and you’re still the sa? Since we’re friends, we should be a bit closer."

Angel calmly replied, "There’s no need. I have my principles. There’s no need to imitate others."

Troy nodded with a smile, "That’s true. That’s the Angel I know... Hmm? I heard... this is your boyfriend? Let take a look."

With that, Troy walked up to Sam, examining him closely.

That look, that posture.

It seed he and Angel had known each other before?

Was this going to be one of those cliché scenarios?

For so reason, Sam was actually a bit excited.

Accustod to powers like ti stopping and hypnosis, he found himself looking forward to so cliché drama.

Bring it on.

Expecting Troy to point a finger at him and shout, "You don’t deserve to be with Angel!"

Sam was ready!

A man faces his challenges head-on!

But unexpectedly, just as his muscles tensed in anticipation, Troy simply took Sam’s hands in his own.

Then, looking intently at Sam, he exclaid, "You’re really handso, bro. I haven’t seen a guy as good-looking as you abroad. Interested in exchanging contact information?

Ah... I don’t have much to offer for a first eting, how about I give you a sports car? Which one do you like? Porsche, Ferrari, or..."

???

What’s going on?

This isn’t right!

Did I get the wrong script, or did you misread your lines?