Villain Ch 889. Complimentary Show
Allen watched Emma leave, her determined footsteps echoing down the corridor until they faded into silence. He sighed, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and fondness. Turning back toward his room, he walked with a purposeful stride, the tension of the recent interactions gradually easing away.
Entering his room, Allen dropped his gym bag by the door and unzipped it, pulling out his sweaty clothes. With a practiced motion, he tossed them into the dirty laundry basket that sat conveniently near the entrance. The servants were efficient; they would collect the laundry either in the afternoon or early morning, ensuring that his clean clothes were neatly arranged in his wardrobe by the next day.
