Chapter 509 Not A Commoner Anymore?
Villain Ch 509. Not A Commoner Anymore
In the wake of Jane's hesitantly initiated confession, the rest of the girls corroborated the revelations, detailing the repercussions of their abrupt visit to Allen's place. Each of them painted brief but poignant images of the chaos that ensued post-visit. They divulged how rescheduling meetings, almost missing classes, and hurriedly adjusting work schedules became the unexpected fallout.
Allen absorbed their words. Speechless, he stared at them with a mix of shock and disbelief, trying to comprehend the extent of the unintentional impact his unexpected visit had caused. It was a situation he had never encountered before, and the realization that his presence had stirred up such chaos left him in a rare state of speechlessness. He was touched and surprised, not by the chaos itself, but by the extraordinary lengths the girls went to, inadvertently disrupted by his presence.
"So... yeah, that's why we didn't tell you," Larissa concluded, her voice holding a mix of relief and uncertainty.
For Allen, the words they had spoken echoed through his mind, and he found himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Gratitude swelled within him, yet he couldn't find the right words to express it. A mere "thank you" seemed inadequate for the immense lengths to which the girls had gone. He recognized that they weren't expecting any repayment in kind, but that didn't diminish his desire to convey his appreciation.
Jane's gentle touch on his hand pulled him from his thoughts. Her voice held genuine concern as she inquired about his well-being, her eyes reflecting her worry. "Allen, are you okay?" she asked softly. "Are you still feeling unwell?" Her questions were laced with care and sincerity.
Allen met her gaze, his fingers instinctively wrapping around hers. "I'm okay," he assured her, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm just... I'm speechless. I don't know how to thank you all. A simple 'thank you' doesn't even come close to expressing my gratitude," he confessed, his appreciation shining in his eyes.
Allen stood there, utterly dumbfounded. The girls' confession lingered in the air, settling like an unexpected revelation. "That's why we didn't want to tell you," Shea huffed, her voice laden with a mix of explanation and mild apprehension.
Vivian stepped closer, her touch as gentle as a passing breeze, trailing across his hair. Her focused gaze was fixed on him, her voice carrying a reassurance that echoed in the weight of her words. "Don't worry about it. We have our priorities, and we don't expect you to understand," she assured, a soft smile playing on her lips.
However, the idea of being someone's priority was foreign to Allen. He wasn't accustomed to such a sentiment. Their actions not only surprised him but also left him grappling with a mix of emotions. While touched by their consideration and determination, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. They had disrupted their schedules simply to support him.
For Allen, reciprocating such care and consideration seemed a daunting task. He wanted to express his gratitude in a meaningful way, but the enormity of their gesture left him unsure of how to even begin returning such an act.
In the hushed moment following the revelation of their affectionate support, Allen's sincere words sliced through the air, laden with gratitude. "Thank you. This means so much to me. If you need my help or something, just tell me," he expressed, the honesty palpable in his voice.
Larissa responded, her voice calm yet full of assurance. "Don't worry about it, Allen. We will," she promised, echoing the sentiment of the whole group.
Vivian couldn't hold back her excitement. "Actually, I have something," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm spilling forth.
Allen's eyes darted toward her, signaling a readiness to listen. "Say it," he urged her on, his curiosity piqued.
'Can we Netplik and Chill at my place?' those words almost came out of Vivian's mouth. The moment paused, Vivian's words nearly slipping out before she swiftly changed the course of her sentence. "Mr. Bell needs another male model. Can I submit your name?" she asked.
Allen blinked. "Uh, male model?" he questioned.
Vivian nodded eagerly. "Yes, he's looking for someone with your features. You know, the classic, devilishly handsome look," she explained with a playful wink.
"Sure, why not," he responded nonchalantly. Then, a thought occurred to him. "Didn't Mr. Bell already say that he would contact me again for the next job?" he inquired, prompting Vivian with a reminder of their previous conversation.
Vivian nodded, acknowledging Allen's point. "Yes, I remember that. But I'm not sure you'll accept it since you're not a commoner anymore," she pointed out, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
Allen couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle in response to the term 'commoner'. It felt a tad absurd. "Why do you make me sound like a noble?" he quipped, the humor evident in his tone.
The conversation took an amusing turn when Bella interjected. She turned to the side with a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Actually, I'm starting to imagine you as a prince," she confessed, the words sounding almost bashful.
Allen's eyebrows rose in surprise at the unexpected comment. "A prince?" he repeated, laughing softly. "I never thought of myself that way," he admitted with a playful smirk. The notion of being likened to a prince seemed almost comical to him.
Vivian chuckled at Bella's comment. "Well, you do have the air of a prince about you," she teased, adding to the light-hearted moment.
"A demon prince to be exact!" Jane exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable as she gazed at Allen with shining eyes. "Just like your story!" she added, caught up in the moment of imaginative whimsy.
Allen returned her enthusiasm with a wry smile. "Uh… I'm still a human and I never feel like a noble," he mentioned with a note of humility. The idea of being perceived as a noble or prince seemed far-fetched in his own perception of himself.
"But your life will indeed change after this, Allen," Shea interjected with a tone that carried a hint of concern. "The Goldborne family is not an ordinary family after all," she cautioned, emphasizing the significant impact the Goldborne family's involvement might have on Allen's life.
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