Novel Full Chapter 1729: I’m Not a Rabbit
Chapter 1729: I’m Not a Rabbit
Villain Ch 1729. I’m Not a Rabbit
Allen dropped onto the couch with a low exhale, eyes closing for a beat.
Shea came back with a tray like she’d planned this all day. Fruits sliced just the way he liked. A tall glass of iced tea. Cheese crackers with an absurdly small sprinkle of paprika. Yeah, she brought them herself not her butler.
“You really did prepare,” he said.
“Of course I did.” Shea sat beside him, one leg tucked beneath the other, eyes watching him closely. “You’re not easy to catch, Allen. When fate hands you over, you don’t waste time.”
“I’m not a rabbit.”
“You run like one.”
Zoe grabbed a small pillow and flopped down on the other end of the couch. “Please stop flirting so aggressively in my line of sight. I’m already emotionally unstable.”
Shea gave her daughter a serene smile. “You say that, but you keep looking at him like you’d fight me for custody.”
“I would,” Zoe muttered.
Allen rubbed his temple. “This is already too much.”
“Then relax,” Shea said, reaching up and gently brushing a hand through his hair, smoothing it back with practiced ease. “You’re safe now. Let the war wait until morning. We can share.”
Zoe watched them from the edge of the couch, arms folded, expression unreadable. It wasn’t jealousy. Not quite. It was more complex than that.
She loved him. Even when he was infuriating. Even when he climbed buildings, showed up at midnight with that tired look in his eyes that made her want to both punch and hold him.
And her mother was just as in love with him. That had always been the unspoken line between them. The one thing they didn’t fight over, didn’t name, didn’t poke too hard.
Allen Goldborne. The quiet storm they both had let into their hearts in different ways.
And now here he was. Sitting in their house. Seeking help.
That alone made Zoe’s throat feel tight.
Shea, of course, saw it all.
Her gaze flicked to her daughter for just a second. Then back to Allen.
“So. You are planning to sleep here, right?”
“I was thinking of using one of the guest rooms,” he said.
His posture stayed relaxed, fingers brushing the side of the crystal water glass in front of him, eyes half-lidded under the soft chandelier light. He looked composed.
So of course, Shea ruined that in one breath.
“Guest room?” she scoffed, blinking at him with mock offense. “Oh please, Allen. You’re going to sleep in my room.”
Allen blinked once.
Zoe didn’t.
She just looked up from her phone, lips twitching. “Also, the others are coming over. To ’make sure you’re okay.’”
Allen’s gaze shifted slowly to her. “Others?”
Zoe nodded, deadpan. “Yeah. Larissa already messaged. Bella and Alice too. Jane said she’ll bring tea and ask you uncomfortable questions. Vivian might just drag you into the bath. No one’s sure.”
Allen dragged a hand down his face. “Why do I feel like I managed to dodge a bullet and walked straight into a nuke?”
Shea leaned back, her smile sweet and full of teeth. “Because you’re safe now, darling. Fully surrounded.”
Zoe added, voice too light, “Also, we have spare clothes for you. You know. In case the robe isn’t your style. Or you need extra due to… something.”
Allen raised a brow at both of them. “Okay. How much were you two planning to ’do it’ with me tonight?”
Shea gave him a sideways glance, lazy and glittering. “Depends on your mood.”
Zoe grinned and offered her glass like a toast. “We also accept deep therapy sessions. Emotional unraveling. Mutual trauma dump. We’re flexible.”
Allen smirked. “Oh God. I’m actually happy for once.”
“You’re welcome,” Zoe said dryly.
Allen leaned back against the couch, finally letting his muscles drop the tension he’d been wearing since Sophia showed up. The fruit plate sat untouched for a moment longer, then he reached forward, grabbed a slice of starfruit, and took a slow bite.
Silence.
Then…
“Oh yeah,” he said around the fruit, “Azura knows I’m the Emperor now.”
Zoe turned her head. “Huh. That’s sudden.”
“She figured it out during a duel,” he added like that was a completely normal thing.
Shea arched a brow. “And?”
“And I also date her now,” he said, chewing like this was a perfectly chill topic to drop mid-snack.
Zoe stared. “So she’s one of us now?”
He nodded once. “Pretty much.”
Shea tilted her head slightly, curious. “Wait. But she’s still a player, right? In the game?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t that… I don’t know. Awkward? If we meet her on the battlefield?”
Zoe leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I guess it could be.”
Allen gave a small chuckle. “Not really.”
That made both of them look at him.
He shrugged, unbothered. “Azura is Azura. She’ll still try to kill me in-game even if she’s dating me in real life. She’s that kind of girl.”
Zoe blinked. “…Hot.”
Shea sighed dreamily. “So spirited.”
Allen sighed too, but not dreamy. Just… resigned. “Yeah. And violent.”
Zoe folded her arms, smiling. “Honestly? She might fit in better than most of us.”
“I know,” he muttered, reaching lazily for another slice of fruit like the world didn’t weigh on his shoulders. Like he wasn’t dodging stalkers and emotional explosions left and right.
Shea raised a brow as she sank into the couch across from him. “So… normal Allen tonight?”
Allen paused mid-chew, then glanced at her sideways. “Why do you make it sound like I’ve got multiple personalities?”
Zoe leaned against the backrest beside him, teasing, “Not multiple. Just… different flavors. You know. Broody Allen. Young Master Allen. Murder Emperor Allen. Golden Retriever Allen—”
He gave her a deadpan stare. “Right. Cool. Guess I’ll act abnormal, then.”
Shea chuckled and crossed her legs—elegant, relaxed. “Mm. Abnormal sounds fun.”
And right there, Allen tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly with a soft, dangerous curve to his lips. He reached for a slice of something red and glossy—peach, maybe, or blood apple—and turned toward Shea.
“You want some?” he asked, calm.