The Female Leads Truly Loves You

Chapter 327 327: Of course, you're the cutest

"Click~~!" accompanied by a flash of light.

But of course, it wasn't Angel taking the photo; the only thing flashy in her hands could only be a grenade.

Although getting such a thing in the city might seem exaggerated, if it appeared in her hands, Sam would find it perfectly reasonable.

Isabella, putting down her phone, laughed, "Alright, got it! Can we go celebrate now? Are you trying to starve me to death?"

At a moment when Sam was unsure what to do, it was Isabella who unexpectedly stepped up. Whether this was a pleasant surprise or not, Sam wasn't sure, but at least he could now reasonably pull away from his sister.

Being hugged by Ava continuously wasn't really appropriate, especially since all the girls were present, and as the only male, his every action was magnified.

It seemed the most crowded moments were actually the most dangerous for him.

Angel glanced over at Isabella, seemingly trying to figure out why she would do such a thing, considering it an unwarranted interference, but Isabella wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. She just blinked innocently.

"What's up? Why isn't anyone talking? Have we decided where to celebrate?"

Angel rolled her eyes and then looked at Sam, "How about Starlight Bar downtown? Any objections?"

Sam thought for a moment, "No objections to your suggestion, but Ava isn't 18 yet, she can't drink..."

Before he could finish, Ava chimed in, "Who says I can't drink? I might have a drink!"

"Underage drinking is not allowed," Sam said firmly.

Ava huffed, "Why not! You drank when you were underage!"

"When was that?"

"Back then!"

"...I'm a guy."

"Oh! You're being sexist!"

"...I wouldn't dare say that."

Sam quickly covered his sister's mouth, looking at her big eyes blinking up at him, the determination and fighting spirit in them impossible to ignore.

He sighed, "You can only have a little."

Then he let go of her mouth.

Ava smiled, "Don't worry! I definitely won't drink too much!"

Sam squinted at her, highly skeptical, "Normally I would believe you, but people who say that usually end up drunk."

At that moment, Isabella posed a soul-

Sam took a deep breath, the cold air sharpening his mind.

He often played the fool, always grinning, not seeming reliable.

But when his expression turned serious, an inexplicable charisma emerged, making even the most outrageous lies seem credible.

Like now, he spoke to Isabella with a calm voice, "Even if it's hanging by a thread, I won't give up the only chance for success."

"What then is success, what is your ultimate goal, Sam?"

Isabella posed the final soul-searching question.

Sam felt the conversation was too melodramatic, too anime-like.

But perhaps life needs moments like this, needs some romance, some melodrama, some laughable naivety.

So before entering the Starlight Bar, he told Isabella, "Even if it's forced, I want to achieve happiness without any regrets."

"Not even a little regret?"

"Not even a little."

Watching Sam walk into the Starlight Bar with his head held high, Isabella felt the north wind wasn't so biting anymore. Perhaps... she would always remember this moment, the most spirited time of this young man.

Many people, perhaps in their transient, uncertain lives, never reach where they want to go, never obtain what they desire.

And would he remember the spirit in which he spoke these words just now?

Isabella looked forward to it because she knew, at least for a moment, his words were genuine.