Novel Full Chapter 1730: I Value Peace
Chapter 1730: I Value Peace
Villain Ch 1730. I Value Peace
She arched a brow. “What, now you’re sharing?”
“No,” he said. “I’m feeding.”
Then, without waiting, he leaned forward just enough to offer the slice between his fingers. Not in some clumsy way either—his posture stayed immaculate. Wrist cocked, fingers gentle. Confident.
Shea blinked. And blushed.
The scent of the fruit lingered—sweet, ripe, with just enough acidity to make the moment feel sharper. She parted her lips, but her throat locked up as his gaze pinned her in place. Cold and warm at the same time. Like frost over embers.
Zoe stiffened beside them, her breath hitching. She didn’t speak. She just watched. Lips slightly parted, eyes wide, cheeks faintly pink.
Shea finally leaned forward, her lips brushing his fingers just barely as she took the fruit. She tasted it—juicy, sweet, a little wild.
And he did it.
He touched her lips—just a bit. His fingers ghosted along the moisture left behind, slow and deliberate.
Then he brought them to his own mouth.
And kissed his finger.
Not hungrily. Not aggressively.
Just a soft, knowing touch. Like a secret.
Like a claim.
It wasn’t the fruit that made her dizzy.
It was him.
His gaze, to be precise. It was sharp and unwavering, like a breach to the soul without permission. Not angry. Not cruel. Just invasive. Like he didn’t knock. He just walked in, looked around, and sat down in the deepest parts of her thoughts.
Shea swallowed hard. Her chest rose once, slow and shallow.
She didn’t look away. She couldn’t. His eyes pinned her there—unspoken tension twisting between them like thread being pulled tight.
Zoe’s voice was soft, breathy. “That… was unfair.”
Allen didn’t blink. “So is life.”
Shea exhaled, slow and trembling. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Allen leaned back slightly, gaze still resting on her. “No. But I’m reminding you.”
“Of what?”
His smile returned—sharp, elegant, cruel in how gently it curved. “That I’m still Allen.”
Her pulse jumped.
“Still breathing?” he asked.
“Barely,” she muttered. “You should come with a warning.”
“I do.” His voice dropped a notch. “People just ignore it.”
And that was the truth. Everyone saw the cool exterior, the lazy half-smirks, the biting sarcasm. But underneath it—beneath the black layers and the careful quiet—was this.
This intensity.
This predator that knew exactly what he was doing.
And wasn’t in a rush.
Allen shrugged with maddening ease. “I just know how to handle things. And people.”
Zoe exhaled, slow. “I swear, you do this on purpose.”
Allen smirked. “I breathe. That’s enough.”
Before Shea could pretend she was not slowly overheating, the door opened behind them.
“Oh my God,” Jane’s voice cut through the tension like a champagne cork. “Did I miss something good? Has it started already?”
Allen didn’t even turn. “Define started.”
Jane walked in like she owned the place—wine glass in hand, and wearing what was clearly mismatched socks.
“She bit the fruit,” Allen said mildly. “She’s fine.”
Shea, flustered and clearly still tasting both the fruit and Allen’s fingers, coughed. “I just… wasn’t expecting it.”
“Oh, honey.” Jane flopped onto the other couch. “It’s Allen. Expect the unexpected. Then get wrecked by it anyway.”
Zoe, who had been doing her best to stay cool, finally grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her own face with a muffled groan. “I hate how hot that was. I hate all of this.”
“Don’t lie,” Allen said with zero mercy.
“I’m not lying,” she said into the pillow. “I’m complaining. There’s a difference.”
Jane clinked her glass against the table. “Anyway. I heard there was a stalker drama tonight? Where’s Sophia? Frozen in the dark outside your gate?”
Allen leaned back, stretching. “Probably. Let her freeze. Maybe the cold will reset her brain.”
“You really didn’t even talk to her?” Shea asked, surprised.
“Not a word. Didn’t give her the satisfaction,” Allen said. “She came to make a scene. She doesn’t get one.”
Zoe peeked from behind the pillow, eyes glittering. “You’re evil. And I love it.”
Allen’s eyes drifted to the ceiling. “You love me.”
“You already knew that,” she muttered, then turned away again.
Jane whistled low, arms crossed, hip cocked against the kitchen doorway. “So Azura’s in now, huh?”
Allen didn’t move. Still lounging there like the calm in a storm, eyes half-lidded but aware of everything.
“How did you know?” he asked, deadpan. “I just told Shea and Zoe like five minutes ago.”
Jane lifted her phone without breaking eye contact, wagging it with a lazy flick of her wrist. “Zoe said it in the group chat.”
Allen blinked. Then sighed.
He reached into his jacket, pulled out his phone, and tapped it open.
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Nope. He locked the screen and slipped it back into his pocket like it had personally offended him.
Jane grinned. “You know, for someone with so many women around, you’re really bad at keeping up with our chaos.”
“Because I value peace,” Allen muttered.
“Oh, we know,” she smirked. “You value it so much, you seduce your way through the eye of the storm.”
“Anyway. How was her reaction? Azura.”
“She trembled. But didn’t run.”
Zoe turned back to him slowly. “Wait… trembled?”
“Her pride didn’t let her stop. But her body did.” His voice went quiet. “So I did.”
Shea leaned forward now, her tone softer. “You didn’t… push anything?”
Allen shook his head. “No. I could’ve. She wouldn’t have said no. But it didn’t feel right.”
“You’ve changed,” Jane said, tilting her head.
He looked over at her. “How so?”
“You used to take the moment. Now you watch it unfold.”
Allen smirked faintly. “I’ve got more to lose now.” He felt wasn’t as ’hungry’ as before.
Silence bloomed for a few seconds. Then Shea stood, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Well. Since you’re staying in my room tonight, and clearly have too much pent-up tension…” Her smile turned sly. “Would you like a bath? Or are we skipping foreplay?”
Allen tilted his head. “What happened to healthy snacks?”
“They’re on the table.”
“And the therapy session Zoe offered?”
“She’s still available,” Shea said with a wink. “But I’d like to offer my own services. Hands-on. Warm. Full support.”
Zoe grabbed a peach and threw it at her mom. “Mom!”
Shea caught it midair and bit into it like a queen.
Jane burst into laughter. “Oh my God. This household is unhinged. I love it!”