Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 819: Sooner Or Later
Villain Ch 819. Sooner Or Later
Allen gave her a dry smile, a hint of frustration evident in his expression. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, a clear sign of his displeasure. His eyes bore into hers with a flat, unwavering stare that seemed to say, "I said I will come to you if I need your help, remember?"
Azura shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She had always thought of herself as composed and in control, but right now, she felt like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Allen’s intensity was unsettling, and it made her realize just how much she had overstepped.
Allen couldn’t help but wonder if most girls who were born into wealth had this kind of attitude—spoiled and careless. But he had to admit, he didn’t expect it from Azura. She always projected a cold, composed image, the ice queen in the game. Maybe that was just a persona she put on for her audience, not who she really was.
His gaze pierced through her, and for a moment, Allen looked almost intimidating. The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged.
"I won’t do it again," Azura said regretfully, her voice trembling slightly. She could see the disappointment in Allen’s eyes, and it stung more than she expected.
Allen remained silent, his expression unchanging. The room felt colder, the weight of his disapproval hanging in the air. Azura felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable.
Before Allen could respond, Azura spoke again, her voice a bit steadier this time. "I will excuse myself," she said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.
She turned and moved towards the door, her steps quick and purposeful. As she reached for the handle, she glanced back at Allen, hoping for some sign of forgiveness. But his expression remained stoic, his eyes still locked onto her with that flat, piercing stare.
Azura left the room, closing the door softly behind her. She walked down the hallway and couldn’t shake the feeling of shame and regret. She had wanted to help, but she had only made things worse. The cold, composed image she worked so hard to maintain felt like a fragile facade, one that had crumbled in front of Allen’s disapproval.
Inside the room, Allen sighed deeply, running a hand through his still-damp hair once again. He knew Azura meant well, but her actions had crossed a line. Trust was a delicate thing for him, hard-earned and easily shattered.
"Oh right, I forgot to ask why she was so worried about me. Is it because she knew my past?" Allen muttered to himself, his voice echoing softly in the empty room. He took a deep breath, deciding to shelve that question for later. There were more pressing matters at hand.
His attention shifted to the guest list lying on the floor, the paper crumpled slightly from Azura’s hasty departure. Allen walked over and bent down, picking up the sheet with a sense of resignation. The familiar scrawl of his own handwriting stared back at him, a silent reminder of the tangled web of his past and present.
He straightened up and understood why Azura had been so fixated on this particular list. "I guess she’ll ask me who Evan is later," he muttered. The name stood out on the list, highlighted in a way that made it impossible to ignore. "Oh well, sooner or later she will find out," he said again, a hint of inevitability in his tone.
He placed the paper back on the table, smoothing out the creases with his fingertips.
Quickly, Allen dressed, choosing a simple yet stylish outfit that would be appropriate for both breakfast and any unexpected meetings that might pop up later. A fitted black t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans seemed to strike the right balance between casual and prepared. He gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance.
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He then made his way down the grand staircase to the dining room. The dining room, with its long, polished table and elegant decor, was empty when he arrived. The morning light filtered through the large windows.
Different from yesterday, he was the first to show up today. The absence of Emma and Jordan made the room feel oddly quiet. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was still early. With a sigh, he sat down at the table.
Luckily, he had brought his phone with him. Pulling it out of his pocket, he unlocked it and began scrolling through his gaming forum.
Allen’s eyes skimmed the thread titles, a small smile tugging at his lips. Just as he had expected, most of the discussions were centered around his recent in-game exploits. The forum was abuzz with analyses of his tactics in the latest battle, especially how he had managed to land a critical hit on the emperor.
Allen chuckled, scrolling through the comments. It was amusing to see the community dissecting his every move, each player bringing their own perspective and insight. Another thread caught his eye. The post was filled with speculation about the sudden appearance of the devil emperor, who had caused chaos by attacking a large number of players.
But what truly made him laugh was the abrupt disappearance of another topic that had been all-consuming just a day ago. Sophia’s thread, which had been filled with drama and endless debates, was now buried under the flurry of new discussions. It was as if the community had collectively decided that her saga was old news, not worth their time or attention anymore.
"Well, that didn’t last long," he muttered to himself, amused by the fickleness of online fame.
"Oh, you’re early today," Jordan said with a smile as he entered the dining room, the warmth in his voice cutting through the morning quiet.
Allen looked up from his phone, a small smile forming on his lips as he set the device down. "Morning, Dad," he greeted, his tone casual but respectful.
