Chapter 402 Realization
Villain Ch 402. Realization
Allen tilted his head slightly, intrigued by Jordan's sudden request. He took a contemplative sip of his tea, studying the man across from him. There was something in Jordan's eyes, a certain vulnerability hidden beneath the fa?ade of a seasoned gamer and businessman.
"Sure, if you don't mind," Allen replied, setting his cup down with a soft clink. He leaned back in his chair, his expression open and receptive. He was a little confused about where this conversation was heading, but he didn't mind listening to Jordan's story.
Jordan lifted his ornamental cup, the delicate patterns on its surface momentarily capturing his attention. He took a measured sip of the tea, its warmth spreading through him. His gaze grew distant as he delved into his past, revisiting memories that had left a profound impact on his life.
"It's not a trauma," he began slowly, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. "But indeed, this is the worst experience of my life." The weight of his words hung in the air, and he seemed to choose them with care. "I once was betrayed by my beloved one. My girlfriend ran away with my best friend on our engagement day."
The raw emotion in Jordan's voice was unmistakable, and it was clear that the scars of that betrayal still ran deep.
"I thought we loved each other," Jordan continued, his words heavy with the weight of betrayal. "But it turned out they were both just using me for my money."
Allen's gaze remained on Jordan, and he nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said sincerely, his voice carrying a comforting tone.
"How about you? I heard rumors that your teammates left you two years ago right before the tournament?" Jordan's probing question hung in the air, a subtle test of Allen's past. He watched Allen closely, studying his reaction. There was a curiosity burning in Jordan's eyes.
Allen's response came with a dry smile, a hint of resignation in his expression. "Yeah," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and nostalgia. "It's one of the worst experiences in my gaming career. We were a great team, you know? But they just ditched me at the last second, right before the big competition."
He paused, his gaze drifting as he revisited the memories that still carried a sting. "They were afraid I would outshine them," Allen continued, his tone heavy with disappointment. "I always thought I was a good and cooperative leader. I gave it my all to ensure the three of us could survive until the final stage in every competition."
There was a deep well of hurt in Allen's words, a sense of betrayal that had clearly left its mark. He shook his head slightly as if trying to clear away the painful memories that threatened to overwhelm him. "But when I rethink it now," he admitted with a sigh, "it's probably my fault. I tried too hard to be their hero."
Jordan, empathetic to the pain that Allen had experienced, reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder. "But look at you now," he said, trying to inject a note of positivity into the conversation. "You've got a better team, right?"
Allen met Jordan's eyes, his own showing a glimmer of hope. "Yeah," he replied, the weight of his past beginning to lift. "I've found a team that values my skills and supports me."
"What about your previous romantic life?" Jordan's curiosity seemed unquenchable as he delved deeper into Allen's personal history.
Allen's response to the question about his romantic life carried the weight of past heartbreak. He couldn't help but smile dryly, a wistful expression that hinted at a history of disappointment. "Not really," he began, his voice carrying a tinge of bitterness. "I caught my ex-girlfriend in bed with another guy on the very day I won the tournament."
Jordan couldn't help but wince in sympathy at the revelation. Betrayal seemed to be a common thread in both of their stories, and it was a pain that cut deep.
Allen continued, his words filled with a mix of regret and acceptance. "I won the tournament for her," he confessed, his voice trailing off momentarily. "But..." he hesitated before taking a deep breath, the memories still haunting him. "Things didn't work out."
He took a sip of his tea, using the moment to gather his thoughts. Sharing this part of his past was never easy, but he felt a connection with Jordan that made it easier to open up.
"Ah, that's why you moved to this city," said Jordan, acknowledging the decisions that had led Allen to where he was today.
"Yes, I want a fresh start. I have nothing left in my hometown anyway," Allen said, offering a smile to mask the emotional weight of his past.
Jordan's probing questions had led them down a path of shared experiences, and he seemed eager to delve into his own history. "Since we shared a similar bad romance in the past, do you want to know what I did when my ex left me on our engagement day?"
The question piqued Allen's curiosity, and he nodded in agreement. "Yes," he replied.
Jordan's voice carried a hint of nostalgia as he began to recount his own journey of heartbreak. "I ran and went to FaeBridge town that evening. I didn't have anyone, so I just wandered aimlessly there. Then I entered a club. Club 36," he revealed.
The mention of both his hometown and the club triggered a rush of emotions within Allen.? His heart beat fast.
Jordan's voice was tinged with a mix of regret and curiosity as he shared his story. "I spent my money there, treating all the guests. I wanted to forget my pain. I was drunk, and I met a woman. I didn't know her name, but I did something that night. But she disappeared before I woke up. I wonder how things are now," he added, his words carrying the weight of time and uncertainty.
Allen listened attentively, and as Jordan's story unfolded, a realization began to dawn on him. The truth seemed undeniable. He was left momentarily speechless. The pieces of the puzzle were fitting together, and it was becoming increasingly clear that Jordan was, in fact, his biological father.
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