Chapter 264: Wanda, Why Are You Hiding Here?

Alan was trapped in Hela's embrace, unable to move, as if she was determined to leave with him. Quickly, he pried her hands off and said, "I have some matters to handle, and it's not polite for us to keep staying in someone else's home."

Hela unexpectedly loosened her grip and said, "Alright, go ahead."

Alan transformed into a golden streak of light and flew away. But as soon as he left, Hela began following him, muttering to herself, "If I let you go, how will I find where you're staying in?"

Under the night sky, a golden figure moved not far ahead of a shadowy one. Although Alan had mentally prepared himself, he was still speechless when he glanced back and saw Hela trailing behind him.

She really followed me!

Hela relentlessly pursued Alan. In response, Alan zigzagged across New York, trying to shake her off. He still hadn't decided where to go. If he went straight home, Hela would likely follow him. The only solution was to lose her first.

Increasing his speed, Alan vanished in a flash. Unable to keep up, Hela lost sight of him and stomped her foot in frustration.

"Emperor!"

Her voice echoed through the sky, filled with indignation.

After successfully ditching Hela, Alan returned home. Gwen noticed his arrival and asked, "Alan, are you sure I should keep that symbiote?"

Alan gave her a trusting look. "Yes, it's safer with you than anywhere else. Besides, you can help turn it into a 'good person.'"

Gwen nodded firmly. With a thought, the symbiote enveloped her body in its suit form. She gave Alan a wave before disappearing into the night.

Once everyone had left, Alan collapsed onto the sofa, utterly exhausted. His eyelids felt heavy as he called out, "Wanda?"

There was no response.

"Where are you hiding? Everyone's gone—you can come out now."

Alan searched the house but didn't find Wanda. He wasn't too worried; with her chaos magic awakened, Wanda was nearly unbeatable. There was no real danger to her.

Finally lying on his bed, Alan's consciousness began to blur, and he was about to drift into a deep sleep when he noticed something unusual. The bed felt much softer than usual. Realizing something was off, he snapped his eyes open and saw Wanda in a maid outfit pinned beneath him on the bed.

"Alan…" Wanda's face was bright red as she spoke.

Alan immediately jumped up, flustered. "What are you doing here?!"

"You told me to hide! I didn't know where else to go in your house, so I hid here," Wanda explained, equally embarrassed.

With a helpless sigh, Alan ushered Wanda out of the room. But as he opened the door, he saw Hela standing there, having returned uninvited. Panicking, Alan quickly pulled Wanda back inside and slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

"Hello? Is someone in there?" Hela's voice came from the other side. Alan leaned against the door, sweating nervously.

"Wanda, don't make a sound!" he whispered urgently.

He could hear Hela's approaching footsteps. Steeling himself, Alan opened the door slightly and slipped out.

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?" Alan demanded, pretending to meet Hela for the first time.

Hela was taken aback, momentarily confused as she remembered this was supposed to be Gwen's classmate's home. Still, the nerve of this young man to talk to her like that was outrageous. She, the daughter of Odin, had never been treated this way before!

Raising both hands, Hela effortlessly lifted Alan into the air. Alan, trying not to betray his identity, had no choice but to endure it.

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