Villain Ch 239. Devilish Charm [Part 1]
Vivian nodded, her agreement evident in her expression. “I can understand that Elio may have acted out of his heroic tendencies,” she admitted. “After all, many men have this innate desire to be seen as heroes, and Sophia’s fragility might have made her an appealing damsel in distress that he wanted to protect,” she added, her voice filled with understanding.
“But what I don’t understand,” Vivian continued, her confusion evident, “Why Sophia is so stubborn to go back to Allen.” She furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of Sophia’s seemingly irrational behavior. Sophia’s persistent attachment to Allen remained a mystery.
“That’s what they call obsession,” Jane interjected, her tone suddenly serious. Her eyes focused intently on her companions, her words carrying a weight of insight.
“And maybe she finally understands that Allen has given her the best, but she simply wasted him,” Zoe added, her voice filled with a tinge of sadness. Her words hung in the air, resonating with a sense of truth. It was a sentiment, a recognition that sometimes people only realize the value of what they had once it’s gone. .
Larissa’s expression grew somber as she voiced her concerns. “You know, rather than her, I’m more worried about Allen himself,” she confessed, her voice tinged with genuine concern. The rollercoaster of emotions he had experienced due to Sophia’s actions had taken a toll on him, and Larissa couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for him.
Vivian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to comprehend Larissa’s perspective. “But he has already moved on, hasn’t he?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
“He is, but what about his scars?” Larissa mused, her voice laced with empathy. Larissa’s words struck a chord with the group, their gravity settling upon them like a heavy fog. “Two betrayals are not something easy to overcome,” she added, her tone filled with understanding. The wounds inflicted by Sophia’s actions and his teammate’s betrayal had left a lasting imprint on Allen’s heart, and it was something that couldn’t be easily brushed aside.
Zoe nodded in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah… Maybe that’s why he can control his emotions so well,” she muttered, her gaze fixed on the distance. It was a testament to Allen’s strength that he was able to maintain a sense of composure despite the pain he had endured. He had learned to conceal his emotions behind a stoic facade, shielding himself from further hurt.
Vivian’s eyes lit up with a spark of curiosity as she listened to them. “I want to get to know him better. I want to be a place where he could let out his heart and give him comfort when he needs it,” she confessed, her voice filled with genuine confession. The encounters they had shared with Allen had revealed glimpses of his character, his resilience, and his unwavering determination. Vivian couldn’t help but feel drawn to uncover the layers that lay beneath his calm exterior.
“In-game?” Zoe asked, seeking clarification.
“No, in the real world,” Vivian confirmed, her voice holding a hint of excitement.
Zoe let out a playful pout, her eyebrows furrowing in mock frustration. “You’ve kissed him once,” she complained, her tone tinged with playful jealousy.
Vivian couldn’t help but chuckle at Zoe’s remark. “Well, you also kissed him,” she retorted, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
The truth was that their interactions with Allen had been filled with both playful banter and genuine affection. Each of them had experienced unique moments with him, building a web of shared memories that brought them closer together.
Zoe crossed her arms, feigning indignation. “But he’s already posed a lot in the photo shoots with you,” she pointed out, her voice filled with playful accusation. The thought of Allen’s participation in Vivian’s photo shoots, where they had posed together in various scenarios, triggered a sense of intrigue within Zoe.
Vivian’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, her attempt to brush off the topic only fueling the curiosity of her friends. “That’s for work. I can’t do anything with it. Although…” Vivian’s voice trailed off, her words hanging in the air, pregnant with unspoken implications.
Jane leaned in, her eyes widening with anticipation. “Although…?” she prodded, her curiosity getting the best of her. The room fell into a hushed silence, all eyes fixated on Vivian, awaiting her confession.
Vivian shifted uncomfortably, her blush intensifying as she struggled to find the right words. “Well, it’s nothing,” she finally managed to stammer, her voice barely audible. The crimson hue on her face deepened, betraying her embarrassment.
The group gasped in unison, their collective gasp echoing through the room. Zoe broke the silence with a bold guess. “You were aroused, were you?” she blurted out, her finger pointing directly at Vivian.
“I-I wasn’t!” Vivian stuttered, her voice filled with both denial and embarrassment. However, her attempt to defend herself only seemed to amplify her friends’ curiosity. Their eyes widened in anticipation, waiting for Vivian to reveal the truth.
But then, unable to contain her embarrassment any longer, Vivian’s defenses crumbled. “Well… maybe just a bit,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her confession hung in the air, causing their jaws to drop in collective shock.
They were stunned in silence as they processed Vivian’s admission. It was a revelation that none of them had expected, and it left them momentarily speechless. Zoe was the first to break the silence.
“Wait, you mean that, Allen… aroused you during the photoshoot?” Zoe exclaimed, her eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and amusement.
Vivian’s face turned scarlet once again as she attempted to explain herself. “No, it’s not like that! We were just… so close, and he smelled really nice, and… and he has this… this certain charm. And… and he has…,” she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the heat of her blush spreading across her cheeks.
They fell silent again, as each of them imagined the awkward and intimate moments Vivian had experienced during the photoshoot. The mental images provoked both amusement and a tinge of envy among the group.
“He has what? Don’t kill us with curiosity,” Zoe playfully complained