Villain Ch 296. Did You Sleep With Her?
Allen's mind reeled as he processed the unexpected encounter with Sophia. Just moments ago, he had bid farewell to Jane, dropping her off at her apartment with the intention of returning to the front of the restaurant. However, a spontaneous change of heart prompted him to make a detour to the nearby coffee shop. It was there that he noticed a display of Urban Enigma magazines, piquing his interest. Little did he know that this seemingly inconsequential decision would lead him to cross paths with Sophia once again.
Quickly, Allen pocketed his phone, temporarily setting aside his intention to message Vivian about the magazine. His attention had been abruptly diverted by the unexpected presence of Sophia. It was as if fate had conspired to bring them together once more, their paths converging in this serendipitous moment.
Without uttering a single word, Allen chose to forge ahead, his footsteps leading him toward the parking lot. He had no desire to engage in conversation or even exchange a simple greeting with Sophia. Who knew if Elio or one of her other boyfriends was in tow? The last thing he wanted was to create a scene or subject himself to an awkward encounter. Besides, he had nothing to say to her anyway.
Yet, despite his best efforts to distance himself, Sophia pursued him. Determination etched across her face, she matched his quickened stride, refusing to be deterred. Her voice cut through the air, laden with a sense of urgency and unresolved emotions. "Allen, we need to talk," she pleaded, her words a desperate attempt to bridge the growing chasm between them.
Allen's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. He couldn't bring himself to face her directly, the weight of their complicated history and unresolved feelings resting heavily on his shoulders. His pace quickened in an effort to put distance between them, his words laced with a hint of resignation. "I don't think we need to," he retorted, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and guardedness.
Sophia's determination propelled her forward, her steps quick and purposeful as she intercepted Allen, effectively blocking his path. There was a fire in her eyes, a steadfast resolve that demanded attention.
"We need to talk," she reiterated, her voice tinged with a mixture of urgency and vulnerability.
Allen sighed, a deep exhalation that seemed to release some of the tension that had been building within him. He knew deep down that avoiding this conversation would only prolong the inevitable. Sooner or later, they would have to face the unresolved issues between them.
With a resigned expression, he met Sophia's gaze, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Wasn't our last conversation enough?" he questioned, a hint of weariness seeping into his voice.
Sophia shook her head, her words tumbling out in a rush as she sought to explain herself. "There were too many people around. I couldn't fully express what I wanted to say," she pleaded, her voice laced with a tinge of regret.
Allen's gaze flickered anxiously from side to side, aware of the people bustling around them. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, knowing that their current situation mirrored the last time they had attempted to have a serious conversation.
Sophia, observing Allen's unease, quickly interjected, her voice filled with urgency. "I mean, it's just the two of us now. Elio and the others aren't here," she emphasized, hoping to highlight the significance of their solitary encounter.
A sense of frustration mingled with Allen's wariness. He weighed the pros and cons of engaging in this conversation, his mind racing with doubts and uncertainties. Yet, deep down, he knew that avoiding it would only prolong their unspoken tensions.
Reluctantly, he conceded. "Fine. You have a minute," he relented, his voice tinged with a touch of displeasure.
Sophia wasted no time diving into the heart of her concerns. Without a preamble, she confronted Allen with a direct question. "Who are they?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Allen furrowed his brows, momentarily puzzled by her query. "Whom do you mean?" he asked, seeking clarification.
With unwavering determination, Sophia pressed on, her voice steady and unwavering. "Those girls who picked you up at the restaurant. Who are they?" she reiterated, her gaze fixed intently on Allen.
Understanding the source of her unease, Allen responded calmly, not wanting to escalate the tension further. "Didn't they tell you already? They are my dates," he explained, his tone measured.
Sophia's disbelief was palpable, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and hurt. "Dates? That can't be possible," she protested, her brows furrowing. "No woman wants to share her man with another."
In response, Allen mirrored her statement, his voice calm but firm. "Why not? Isn't that the same situation you find yourself in? No man wants to share his woman with another, yet they share you," he retorted, emphasizing the parallel.
Sophia's resolve strengthened as she spoke, her voice filled with conviction. "But I don't date them," she asserted, her words ringing with sincerity.
Allen let out a scoff, a trace of cynicism tainting his response. "I forgot. You don't date them, but you certainly know how to use them," he retorted, his words laden with a hint of skepticism. His gaze bore into Sophia's, revealing his doubts and reservations. He had observed how she interacted with men, how she effortlessly charmed them with her soft flirtations. Though it was never explicitly stated, he couldn't help but sense her ulterior motives, the subtle manipulations hidden beneath her charismatic fa?ade.
Sophia bristled at his accusation, her frustration seeping into her words. "Use? They're the ones who constantly pursue me. How can you blame me for that?" she shot back, her voice tinged with displeasure. She felt unfairly targeted as if she were being held responsible for the actions and desires of others.
Rolling his eyes, Allen responded with a touch of sarcasm. "Right, of course. If that's the case, then congratulations. Let's assume we're both guilty of the same behavior," he muttered skeptically, a weariness seeping into his tone. Arguing with Sophia felt futile, and he found himself growing weary of the conversation.
Sophia's brows furrowed as she attempted to make sense of Allen's relationships with these girls. She couldn't help but probe further, seeking clarity amidst the confusion. "So, you guys are just friends then?" she tentatively concluded, hoping for a straightforward answer.
Allen's response was cryptic, his words laced with a sense of longing and satisfaction. "I won't say it's just a friend. Let's just say I've finally obtained something I've been craving for a long time," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of mystery. He allowed Sophia to draw her own conclusions, leaving her to ponder the true nature of his connections.
A gasp escaped Sophia's lips as her mind raced to fill in the gaps. In a flash of insight, she connected the dots, realizing the potential identities of these girls who had captured Allen's attention. The thought of Vivian or Jane immediately sprang to mind, igniting a mix of emotions within her.
Her voice quivered as she sought confirmation, her question hanging in the air. "Did you sleep with her?" she asked, the words catching in her throat.
Allen's response was direct, devoid of any hesitation. "Yes, I did," he clarified, his words hanging in the air like a heavy curtain.
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