Villain Ch 1848. Endgame Punishment
They all knew what "she" meant.
They all knew her name.
None of them needed to say it.
Even now, her name lingered in the air like smoke that refused to clear. But Allen wasn't going to waste energy on her—not today. Not when the sun was shining too arrogantly and his father was sitting there across the table already pretending to flip through the business section of the pad.
He was waiting.
Emma was watching.
And Allen, who usually didn't give a damn about morning rituals, found himself halfway through a second croissant and—
Snorted.
It started as just a breath, but it surprised even him. The way it bubbled up. Not quite a laugh. But the ghost of one.
Emma raised a brow, her teacup halfway to her lips. "You okay there, sarcasm incarnate?"
Allen shook his head, amused despite himself. "No. Just thinking."
Jordan glanced over the rim of his reading glasses. "Dangerous habit."
