When Sam re-entered the club room, he suspiciously eyed the gazes fixed on him.
"Wasn't there supposed to be no club activities? Why is everyone here?"
Before Isabella could speak, Angel looked up.
"Then why are you here?"
Sam answered matter-of-factly, "Because I have feelings for the club. I've contributed to it. It's normal for me to come and take a last look in case it disbands. Are you here for the same reason?"
Angel, of course, wouldn't admit to having any feelings, especially for a club that seemed to be just a name now.
Angel stayed silent, and Sam didn't push her. He turned to another familiar face giving him a look.
"And Sophie? Don't tell me you couldn't find a better place to read."
Sophie glanced at Sam, disdain in her eyes.
"As if I haven't contributed to the club. I can be wherever I want."
