Villain Ch 1819. The Real Talk
Allen rolled his eyes and sipped his tea, letting the warmth soak through his fingers as he cradled the ceramic.
The breakfast plates were mostly cleared, but the faint scent of toasted bread, egg, and melted butter still lingered in the kitchen. The morning light spilled through the large windows, brushing against the edges of the table and pooling over the floor like lazy gold.
He thought that was the end of it.
Just casual teasing. Light banter. A typical morning.
Until Jordan set down his tablet with a quiet clack.
A signal. One Allen recognized immediately.
Oh no.
The real talk signal.
Jordan's eyes lifted, calm but sharp.
"Jokes aside," he said, voice suddenly smooth and businesslike. "I heard you'll be taking a vacation at the villa?"
Allen blinked, halfway through a sip. "Yeah. This weekend."
Jordan nodded once. "I see. Then next week—"
He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly.
