Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 811. My Personal Life

“Why my personal life?” Allen asked, trying to mask his discomfort. His voice came out more like a complaint than he intended, and he immediately regretted it.

Azura felt a pang at his tone but pushed through it. She swallowed hard, her initial impulse to say she wanted to know more about him suppressed by a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Clearing her throat, she chose her words carefully. “You just became a Goldborne, Allen,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of nervousness. “And I don’t know much about you.

So isn’t that a normal question? We are cousins after all,” she added, trying to sound confident. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

But as the word “cousin” left her lips, Azura couldn’t shake the bitter taste it left behind. She’d never thought much about family dynamics before, but with Allen, things felt different. The label seemed to create a barrier she hadn’t anticipated, making her feel awkward and somewhat distant.

Allen finally nodded, trying to ease the tension. “Okay. But I might not answer some questions that could spoil my appetite,” he said with a small smirk, attempting to keep the mood light.

Azura frowned, her curiosity piqued. “Can you give me an example?” she asked, her confusion evident in her tone.

Allen leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “If I don’t answer, that means I don’t want to,” he replied, a playful yet firm edge to his voice.

Azura was silent for a moment, her frown deepening. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. ‘Is he keeping a secret?’ she thought, her mind racing with possibilities. She opened her mouth to probe further but then thought better of it. The last thing she wanted was to push Allen away.

But her suspicions were shattered by Emma, who spoke as if she could read Azura’s mind. “Believe me, there are some things he can’t talk about. I also heard that from Dad, and it was enough to destroy his appetite,” Emma said in a nonchalant tone, her eyes still fixed on her phone.

Azura turned to Emma, who stopped scrolling and glanced up. “He wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, remember? And he was fatherless for years,” Emma reminded Azura sharply, her tone cutting through the air like a knife.

That last sentence hit Azura hard. She suddenly realized the weight of what Allen had hinted at. She turned to him, her expression softening. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask anything too personal. Feel free not to answer if my question is too much,” she assured him, her voice gentle.

Allen nodded, appreciating her understanding. “Okay,” he said simply, his tone steady but guarded.

Azura cleared her throat again, trying to push down her nervousness. She noticed Emma taking a sip of water, her eyes flicking back to Azura with a look that seemed to say, “Be careful.”

“Allen,” Azura started, her voice slightly shaky. Both Allen and Azura looked tense, the air thick with anticipation. She took a deep breath, trying to muster her courage. “Do you have a lover?” she asked, her tone serious, her eyes locked onto Allen’s.

The unexpectedness of the question caught Emma off guard, and she ended up coughing and sputtering, the water going down the wrong pipe. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly reached for a napkin to dab at her mouth, trying to regain her composure.

Meanwhile, Allen was taken aback by Azura’s question. He had expected her to inquire about his past, his family, or maybe even his abrupt departure from the gaming community two years ago. But her directness about his love life caught him off guard. He blinked in surprise.

“Yeah, I have,” Allen replied, his voice steady despite the strangeness of Azura’s question. He could feel her disappointment lingering in the air, but he wasn’t quite ready to divulge the details just yet.

Azura’s face fell further, her disappointment evident. “Who?” she pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Before Allen could answer, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation. The footsteps grew louder, echoing through the room, drawing closer with each passing second.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Jordan standing in the doorway. His presence immediately shifted the atmosphere in the room, his tired expression softened by a casual smile.

“It looks like you are discussing something exciting,” Jordan remarked, his tone light and jovial despite the weariness evident on his face. He was dressed impeccably in a suit, a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the dining room. Behind him, the butlers followed suit, their expressions neutral as they stood at attention.

Emma glanced up from her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips as she greeted Jordan. “Hey, Dad. We were just catching up,” she said, her voice warm with affection.

Azura nodded in agreement, though her disappointment still lingered. “Yeah, just chatting about random stuff,” she added, her tone slightly forced as she tried to mask her disappointment.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Allen. “Everything okay, son?” he asked, concern etched in his features as he studied Allen’s expression.

Allen nodded, offering his father a reassuring smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a typical dinner conversation,” he replied, his voice steady.

“You’re home faster than usual,” Emma remarked, a hint of surprise in her voice as she glanced up from her phone.

Jordan nodded, settling into his seat at the dining table with a casual ease. “Yes,” he replied, his tone relaxed. “It’s been a while since your mother’s side of the family paid me a visit, so I thought I’d make the most of it,” he explained, a warm smile gracing his lips. Jordan’s gaze softened as he exchanged greetings with Azura.

“It’s good to see you, Azura,” he said warmly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Azura returned his smile, her expression genuine. “It’s good to see you too, Uncle Jordan,” she replied, her tone filled with warmth.

But beneath the surface, there lingered a sense of sadness and regret. Ever since Emma’s mother had passed away, her family had become distant, their visits few and far between. While their relationship remained intact, the absence of regular visits served as a constant reminder of the loss they had all endured.