Novel Full Chapter 300 Not My Problem [Bonus ]
Villain Ch 300. Not My Problem
After they left the crowded buildings behind, the city’s chaotic energy gradually dissipated. The once hectic streets transformed into a tranquil pathway, with fewer cars and pedestrians. The sound of screeching tires and blaring horns gave way to the gentle hum of the wind and the distant crash of waves.
The street led them closer to the coast, and as they rode on, the sprawling urban landscape transformed into a breathtaking seaside vista. The familiar sight of towering buildings was replaced by the vast expanse of golden sand stretching toward the horizon.
Once again, Elio matched his speed and was by his side. Elio’s frustration bubbled to the surface as he impatiently waved his hand, signaling for Allen to pull over. Allen let out an exasperated sigh, glancing around to ensure that no one followed them. With a resigned expression, he pointed towards a secluded spot on the side of the road, indicating that they should both stop there.
Pulling over, Elio wasted no time, swiftly opening his helmet and striding towards Allen. Meanwhile, Allen opted to stay astride his motorcycle, creating a physical distance between them as they prepared to engage in a tense conversation.
Without mincing words, Elio cut straight to the heart of the matter. His voice brimmed with urgency and concern as he demanded answers from Allen.
“What did you say to her?!” Elio’s words were sharp and direct, leaving no room for evasion.
“I just spoke my mind. You got a problem with that?” Allen’s casual demeanor belied the brewing tension between him and Elio. He stared at Elio with a challenging expression, not one to back down easily. The air crackled with an unspoken rivalry, both men standing their ground.
Elio’s anger flared, evident in the sharpness of his voice. He couldn’t fathom how Allen could be so dismissive of Sophia’s tears. His protective instincts kicked in, and he refused to let Allen off the hook without addressing the impact of his words.
“Yes,” Elio shot back, his voice laced with frustration. “You made her cry. Don’t you even care?”
Allen’s frown deepened as he met Elio’s gaze head-on. His nonchalant tone and dismissive attitude spoke volumes, indicating that he was prepared for a real confrontation. He seemed unfazed by the gravity of the situation and the emotional toll it had taken on Sophia.
“So?” Allen retorted, his words dripping with indifference. His seemingly callous response only fueled Elio’s frustration, pushing him to challenge Allen’s lack of empathy.
“So, I want you to return and apologize to her!” Elio’s voice rose with determination as he made his demand crystal clear. He refused to back down, believing wholeheartedly that Allen owed Sophia an apology for the distress he had caused.
Allen’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his features. He leaned back slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It was evident that Elio’s request caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but find it absurd.
“Say that again?” Allen responded, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. It was as if he couldn’t fathom the seriousness with which Elio made his demand. The nonchalant tone in his voice reflected his disbelief and reluctance to entertain Elio’s nonsense request.
Elio’s frustration reached a boiling point as he reiterated his demand, his voice carrying a mix of anger and desperation. He knew he needed to make Allen understand the gravity of the situation and the emotional toll it had taken on Sophia.
“I want you to apologize to her!” Elio’s words echoed with unwavering resolve, determined to bring Allen to a place of accountability.
Allen couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Elio’s request. The sound echoed through the air, carrying a mix of disbelief and amusement. He couldn’t believe that Elio was serious about wanting him to apologize.
“You must be joking, right?” Allen questioned, his laughter still lingering in his voice. He looked at Elio with a hint of ironic smirk on his face.
Elio’s frustration peaked as he grabbed hold of Allen’s jacket, tugging at it forcefully in an attempt to convey the seriousness of his demand. “No! I’m dead serious,” he asserted, his grip firm.
Allen, however, brushed off Elio’s hand, his displeasure evident in his voice and demeanor.
“Why should I apologize?” Allen retorted, his voice tinged with annoyance. “She was the one who was wrong. I don’t see why I have to bear the burden of an apology,” he said, his words laced with frustration.
Elio’s frustration simmered, his voice laced with annoyance as he reiterated the impact Allen’s actions had on Sophia. He believed wholeheartedly that Allen was the cause of her tears, and he couldn’t fathom why Allen couldn’t see the pain he had inflicted.
“Because you’ve made her cry!” Elio exclaimed, his voice tinged with exasperation. “You hurt her, Allen! Can’t you see that?” His words hung in the air, charged with emotion.
Allen’s expression hardened, his gaze fixed on Elio. He remained defiant, refusing to accept the blame placed upon him. He rebutted Elio’s accusation with a calm yet resolute tone, emphasizing that he was not responsible for Sophia’s pain. πο½πο½π.π
“I’m not the one hurting her,” Allen retorted, his voice steady. “She hurts herself with her own expectations. Don’t accuse me for mistakes I didn’t make.” Despite his annoyance, Allen maintained his composure, asserting his innocence and putting the burden of responsibility back onto Sophia.
Elio was left momentarily speechless, his arguments crumbling in the face of Allen’s calm logic. Deep down, he knew there was truth in what Allen said. Sophia’s expectations and assumptions had played a role in her own hurt. However, his love and concern for her prevented him from fully accepting Allen’s reasoning.
Silence hung heavily between them, the weight of their unspoken emotions palpable. Elio grappled with conflicting feelings, torn between his loyalty to Sophia and the realization that Allen had a valid point.
In a sarcastic tone, Allen broke the silence, his words dripping with cynicism. “Remember this, Elio,” he began, his voice laced with a bitter edge. “She is not my problem anymore. So, do me a favor and take her. She is all yours.” The words were meant to provoke, to highlight their relationships’ complexities, and to challenge Elio’s unwavering devotion.