Villain Ch 1025. Morning, Sleepyhead!
Allen ran a hand through his hair, thinking. The sound of the girls' laughter and chatter from the bathroom echoed through the room. He grinned to himself, feeling a sense of pride. But he also knew he had to face the rest of the day with some semblance of normalcy, and walking into the dining room covered in love bites wasn't exactly going to help with that.
His gaze wandered around the room, searching for inspiration. His eyes landed on the small first aid kit on the dresser, and an idea struck him.
A bandage.
It wouldn't look completely out of place, especially if he wrapped it around his neck like he'd gotten a small injury. It could pass for a strain or a pulled muscle—something that wouldn't raise too many questions. And if anyone asked, he could easily play it off.
