Mythical

Villain Ch 892. Mythical

Emma's eyes narrowed, but she stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"But... I have to remind you..." Allen's voice dropped to a hiss, his smirk widening into a more menacing grin. He leaned in closer, their faces inches apart, the spoon still hovering between them. "Dad probably doesn't like seeing how you sit on my lap and flirt with me. You did it once, remember?" His voice was low, each word dripping with implication.

Emma's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She remembered that incident all too well.

"And I have to say, this is nothing compared to it," Allen added, his smirk never faltering. "At least, you don't touch me here and there," he said, his tone turning mockingly light. The memory of her hands roaming in a misguided attempt to annoy him flashed through his mind, and he could see from Emma's expression that she remembered it too.