Novel Full Chapter 1856: Househusband From Hell
Chapter 1856: Househusband From Hell
Villain Ch 1856. Househusband From Hell
Allen motioned at the spread.
The roasted chicken from earlier had been thinly sliced and served atop buttery toast points with a citrus herb glaze.
The vegetables had been tossed into a warm stir-fry with sesame oil and just a hint of chili.
The truffle mashed potatoes? Now crisped into golden croquettes, served with garlic aioli on the side.
There was even a salad—what used to be leftover garnish now reborn with roasted fruit and vinaigrette.
“I just turned our lunch into something new,” he said, wiping his hands on a clean towel. “Used to do it all the time when I lived alone. Had a lot of leftovers. Little budget. Big appetite.”
Then, the smirk returned—gentle, but edged in silver.
“And I figured…”
He glanced over his shoulder, gaze flicking to each of them.
“…you might need the extra energy tonight. Not just me.”
The girls laughed.
Kind of.
Nervous.
Off-key.
A symphony of awkward giggles and throat-clearing.
Vivian finally said what they were all thinking. “What do you mean by that? You’re talking like we’re… like, I don’t know—sick patients or something.”
Allen’s eyes gleamed.
“No,” he said simply. “I know what you’re thinking.”
He stepped closer, towel slung over his shoulder now, like some kind of casually dominant househusband from hell.
“I mean, this is just a vacation, right?”
He smiled. “Totally normal.”
A pause.
“Well… I do remember some of you mentioning hiking. Others said board games. Innocent stuff.”
The way he said innocent made Jane visibly shiver.
“Of course,” Bella said. “All innocent. Gentle. Vacation things.”
Vivian nodded fast. “Yeah, we’re… soft people. Respectful. You know.”
Allen gave her a look.
A quiet, slow, “Really?” kind of look.
No words.
Just a knowing smile that sliced like a clean blade.
Shea stepped in like a bodyguard. “Let’s eat.”
And they did.
One by one, the girls sat around the long island counter. The lighting was warm, low. The scent of garlic, toasted bread, and citrus filled the air. The music had shifted—something calmer, but no less intimate. Each clink of silverware echoed like the ticking of a bomb no one wanted to defuse.
They tasted.
And… yeah.
It was better than lunch.
Not just good.
Better.
Maybe it was because the food was warm.
Maybe it was the ambiance.
Or maybe it was because Allen had taken something they already had… and turned it into something new.
And that metaphor?
It was hitting a little too hard.
He glanced up after a few bites, resting his elbow on the counter, chin in hand. “What do you think?”
They all looked at him.
Eight sets of eyes, wide and suspiciously glossy.
“It’s good,” Jane said quietly.
“I… yeah,” Zoe muttered. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Really tasty,” Azura added, almost a whisper.
“I liked the croquettes,” Bella said, stuffing another one into her mouth.
“Salad slaps,” Alice said.
“I’m going to cry,” Larissa said.
“Are you crying?” Vivian asked.
“She’s crying,” Shea confirmed.
Allen grinned. “Glad you like it.”
They stared at him.
Still chewing.
Still blushing.
Still dying a little inside.
Because here was Allen.
Calm.
Capable.
Soft-spoken.
Domestic.
Not trying to seduce them.
Not playing any card openly.
Just being nice.
Which somehow made everything worse.
Azura finally broke. “Can I ask something?”
Allen tilted his head. “Sure.”
“…Are you doing this on purpose?”
He blinked. “Doing what?”
She blushed. “Nothing. Never mind.”
Allen smiled. “You sure?”
Vivian elbowed her. “She means are you seducing us with whipped cream and repurposed chicken.”
He leaned back. “Wouldn’t that require intent?”
Silence.
He let the moment stretch just long enough to make them squirm.
Then casually went back to his food like nothing happened.
The girls exchanged looks.
“What the hell,” Zoe muttered.
“Is he doing this on purpose?”
“I don’t know,” Bella whispered.
“But if he isn’t,” Alice added, “we are so doomed.”
“If he is…” Jane said slowly, “then we already lost.”
Azura stared at her plate. “I wasn’t ready for this trip.”
Vivian nodded. “None of us were.”
Allen took another bite and hummed contentedly.
Totally normal.
Totally calm.
He swallowed. Dabbed his lips with a napkin. Then glanced up, all casual warmth and shameless honesty.
“Stop thinking and eat,” he said simply. “I see nothing wrong with any of this.”
He looked at them. Really looked. Calm. Serious. “We’ve already done this before. You’ve tasted me. I’ve tasted you. What’s with the shame?”
Every girl at the table froze mid-bite.
Allen didn’t even flinch. “What?”
Shea cleared her throat. “So… what you’re saying is…”
“No embarrassment,” Allen said calmly. “No awkwardness. Just honesty.”
He popped another piece of fruit into his mouth like that wasn’t the most feral thing he’d just dropped on the table.
“Enjoy your food.”
The girls stared.
Then glanced at each other.
That look.
That look!
Like silent telepathy between eight mildly unhinged, deeply in-love women who’d just been greenlit.
Azura’s face was bright red, but even she wasn’t looking away now.
Vivian slowly grinned.
Shea leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, nodding like okay.
Allen stood. His plate was already clean—of course it was—and he carried it to the dishwasher. “Well, I’m gonna shower,” he said, turning with that same dangerous smile. “So don’t peek.”
Pause.
A smirk.
Deadly.
“You know… unless you really want to.”
Then he walked out.
Calm.
Smug.
Radiating confidence that wasn’t loud—it was surgical.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind him, the table exploded.
“Okay,” Shea said, setting down her glass with a bang. “What’s the plan?”
Larissa was already on her feet. “I brought the lingerie.”
“Please,” Larissa said. “We’ve all been edging this man emotionally for weeks. Someone was going to snap.”
“I thought we’d snap first,” Bella muttered.
Larissa waved her off. “I’ll pass out the outfits. I’ve got sets for all of you. Just layer them under something ’innocent.’”
“Innocent?” Alice snorted. “Girl, I came here with transparent mesh.”
“I’ve got card games and board games already unpacked,” Alice added, grinning. “Yes, including the spicy ones. No, I’m not sorry.”