Chapter 491 That's Hot!
Villain Ch 491. That's Hot!
The apartment was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the gentle simmering of the soup on the stovetop. The awkwardness of the situation hung in the air like a palpable presence.
Bella couldn't help but blurt out her candid reaction. "Damn. That's hot," she muttered, her words escaping her lips before she could even process them. Her eyes remained fixated on Allen's wet, muscular frame, and a flush of embarrassment crept onto her cheeks.
Alice found herself momentarily at a loss for words. She swallowed hard, the sight before her leaving her speechless. It felt as though her mouth was watering, and she finally understood what Larissa had meant when she used to nudge her and whisper about catching glimpses of Allen at the gym. The reality was even more striking than she had imagined.
Amid the tension, Allen, trying to dispel the awkwardness, cleared his throat, his voice wavering slightly. "I will go change my clothes," he said, taking the first step. He couldn't deny the strange mixture of flattery and discomfort that swirled around him.
Trying to ease the tension further, he offered a parting compliment to Alice and Bella. "Nice song, by the way," he said with a faint smile, acknowledging their earlier performance. And with that, he walked away, leaving the two of them.
Bella and Alice couldn't help themselves; their eyes followed Allen's path as he disappeared into his room. They watched, their expressions remaining unchanged, their gaze fixed on the door he had just closed. It was as if a spell had been cast over them, and they couldn't break free from the moment.
After a few moments, the door clicked shut, and the silence persisted. With Allen out of sight, Bella and Alice exchanged glances. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.
In that fleeting exchange, their thoughts and emotions swirled. It was Bella who broke the silence with a straight face.
"I want to touch him," she declared, her tone oddly serious, though her intentions were far from it, her words raising eyebrows.
Alice couldn't help but cringe inwardly at Bella's audacious comment. "What's with the sudden rush? What are you? A b*tch?" she retorted, her words laden with mock disapproval.
Bella, however, remained unfazed and doubled down on her daring statement. "I don't mind being his b*tch," she said with a sly grin, her teasing spirit undeniable.
Alice couldn't help but roll her eyes at Bella's cheeky response. "He's sick, for God's sake!" she exclaimed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Just concentrate on making the soup," she urged, trying to steer the conversation back to the task at hand.
Yet, beneath her scolding, Alice couldn't deny that Bella's boldness had resonated with her in some inexplicable way.
After his quick retreat into his room to change, Allen wasted no time getting dressed. The awkwardness he'd experienced earlier spurred him into action, and he swiftly donned a fresh set of clothes, doing his best to put the unexpected encounter behind him.
Meanwhile, Alice and Bella found themselves back in the kitchen, where the delicious aroma of their Ginger Chicken Soup continued to fill the air. Their attention shifted back to the pot on the stove, where the ingredients were simmering gently, creating a mouthwatering soup.
There wasn't much more to be done at this point, as the soup needed time to cook and infuse with all the flavors they had added. They decided to continue their cooking with renewed focus, content to stir the pot once in a while and wait for the ingredients to meld perfectly.
Shortly after the aromatic Ginger Chicken Soup had simmered to perfection, the timing couldn't have been more ideal. Allen emerged from his room, now fully dressed and seemingly more at ease than before. The earlier awkwardness had given way to a sense of normalcy as he rejoined Alice and Bella in the kitchen.
With the soup now ready, Alice carefully ladled it into the bowl. It was a moment of accomplishment and anticipation, and they couldn't wait to savor the fruits of their labor.
For Allen, the sight of the dining table set for a proper meal was unusual. He typically ate at the kitchen counter.
"C'mon, Allen. Sit down," Bella urged with a warm smile, turning to Allen and motioning toward a seat at the dining table. Her inviting gesture was an unspoken reassurance that everything was back to normal, despite the earlier unexpected encounter. But somehow, even though Allen was now wearing proper clothes – a shirt and shorts – Bella couldn't quite look at him the same way as before. The image of him topless had left an indelible mark.
Allen, appreciating their hospitality, smiled and nodded in response to Bella's invitation. "Thank you, guys," he said gratefully as he took a seat. His eyes immediately fell on the bowl of Ginger Chicken Soup with noodles in front of him. The fragrant aroma enveloped him, making his mouth water in anticipation.
The Ginger Chicken Soup looked tasty and he could see some noodles in it. The rich, golden broth filled the bowl, adorned with tender chunks of chicken, translucent slices of ginger, and an assortment of vegetables. The vibrant colors of the ingredients created a visually enticing and appetizing combination.
The aroma was equally captivating. The scent of ginger, infused with the essence of the chicken, filled the air with warmth and comfort. It was a fragrant journey that invited all the senses, promising a taste experience that would be nothing short of delectable.
'Ginger chicken soup with noodles?' Allen thought to himself as he eyed the bowl in front of him. It was a combination he had never tried before, and the intriguing mix of flavors and textures piqued his curiosity.
Seeing his contemplation, Alice chimed in with an encouraging smile. "Try it and tell us what you think," she suggested, her warm gaze fixed on Allen. She and Bella were both eager to hear his opinion.
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