Novel Full Chapter 1715: Tea Before Dinner?
Chapter 1715: Tea Before Dinner?
Villain Ch 1715. Tea Before Dinner?
Brain static. Skin hot. Every nerve lit up like someone threw a spark into dry kindling.
Then he pulled back.
She stared at him, eyes wide. Mouth parted. Breath gone.
Allen met her gaze calmly, his voice smooth and low. “That’s for silencing you.”
Her heart dropped to her stomach. “W-What?”
“Until we decide to make it public,” he said with maddening calm. “You know the truth now. Don’t ruin the surprise.”
Then he turned.
Just… walked off.
Like he hadn’t just detonated her frontal cortex.
Azura stood there, stunned.
Completely. Utterly. Stunned.
Her fingers drifted up, brushing her lips like they didn’t belong to her anymore. Her entire face was burning. Her pulse was sprinting through her veins like it owed someone rent.
He kissed her.
He actually kissed her.
And then gave her a corporate-level nondisclosure request with his mouth.
“What the hell,” she whispered.
Was that hot?
Was that illegal?
Was that some kind of high-level PvP seduction strat?
She didn’t know.
She couldn’t even think.
Allen was already halfway down the corridor, heading toward the east wing kitchen like he hadn’t just dropped a romantic nuke and left her standing in the smoking crater of it.
Azura’s legs finally moved, one shaky step forward.
She needed water.
She needed answers.
She needed to sit down.
And maybe, just maybe…
She needed him to do it again.
Azura was still pressing the back of her fingers to her lips like she could wipe the heat off them.
But she couldn’t. It was baked in now. Right between her lungs, down her spine, and definitely in her brain.
Allen had just kissed her.
And then walked off.
Like it was a signature.
Like it was a contract seal.
Who does that?
She trailed after him in silence, the wide hallway of the Goldborne estate feeling both too bright and too quiet. Her boots didn’t even click right. The walls, lined with minimalist portraits and black-gold accents, somehow seemed to judge her. Like ’oh, so he kissed you now, huh?’ Cool.
He didn’t say anything either. Not even a backward glance. Just hands tucked in his pockets, relaxed posture, as if the emotional grenade he dropped didn’t just detonate in her chest.
By the time they reached the dining room, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to punch him or throw him into the next pod for another round.
The doors opened. The Goldborne dining room was dim and elegant. It was also… empty.
Except for Kai.
The butler was already laying down polished utensils with eerie precision, like he knew they’d arrive this exact second. He turned when the doors opened and blinked once.
“Oh,” Kai said, voice clipped and polite. “You’re early today, sir.”
Allen nodded once, casual. “Prepare one more. She’s staying for dinner.”
Azura cleared her throat, managing a half-step into the room like she wasn’t still reeling.
Kai’s eyes flicked to her, then back to Allen. “Understood.”
Allen slid into one of the long, high-backed chairs like he owned the table. Which, fine, he probably did. The man sat like a cursed aristocrat who’d negotiated with archdemons before breakfast.
Azura eyed the chair beside him and—after only a tiny moment of mental screaming—sat down.
Kai adjusted the second place setting with silent efficiency. “Tea before dinner?”
Allen glanced at her briefly, then nodded. “Sounds good.”
“I’ll prepare it,” Kai said, his hands already in motion. Then to Azura, “Would you like some as well?”
Azura nodded, clearing her throat. “Yes, please.”
Kai gave the faintest bow. “Right away.”
Then he left.
Which meant…
Silence.
Azura stared at the plate in front of her for a moment before glancing sideways at Allen.
He was relaxed. Hands folded neatly on the table. Not tense. Not smug.
Just… still.
As if he hadn’t just kissed her and walked away.
She, on the other hand, felt like her skin was on fire.
“…Was that necessary?” she muttered, voice low but unmistakably loaded.
He turned slightly, eyes cutting to her with a calm that felt anything but innocent.
“Yes.”
Her mouth parted. “Seriously?”
Allen’s voice dropped—smooth, low, and threaded with that lazy confidence that always made her spine tense. “You’ve always had a sharp tongue, Azura… I had to give it something else to think about.”
Her breath caught.
Heat crept up her neck so fast it made her dizzy. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and gave a tight, flustered scoff. “Gods, you’re insufferable.”
“Mm,” he hummed, clearly unbothered. “But not wrong.”
She leaned back in her seat, pressing her thighs together under the table and pretending like she wasn’t about to melt right into the polished floor. The room was cool—dimly lit, but her skin betrayed her. Palms damp. Chest tight. Pulse doing laps in her throat.
He kissed her.
And now he was saying things like that?
She should’ve brought a weapon. Or at least a fan.
She shifted slightly, then spoke again. “Is it okay that I know?”
Allen looked at her for a long beat. His expression unreadable. “Do you regret knowing?”
Azura hesitated. “No.”
She paused.
“But it’s a lot. And I just… I’ve treated the Devil Emperor like some unbeatable, corrupt god-tier boss. And now he’s you. So yeah, it’s a little weird.”
He gave a small, amused exhale. “Weird is manageable.”
She looked down at her lap, then back up again. “If I bring it up to Uncle Jordan or Emma… is that okay?”
Allen’s tone softened. Just slightly.
“It’s fine. I already asked Dad about it.”
Azura blinked. “You did?”
“He said if you figured it out, I could confirm it.”
“Emma?”
“She doesn’t know yet.”
“She doesn’t know you’re the Emperor?” Azura tilted her head, eyes narrowing with slow amusement.
“She doesn’t know you know it,” Allen said flatly, like that distinction mattered.
Azura let out a low, amused breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh, she’s going to throw an entire cursed fit. I hope I’m here for it.”