NOVEL NEXT Chapter 633: Obedient Sister
Villain Ch 633. Obedient Sister
'Right... Why did it suddenly turn like this?' he pondered, cringing internally. A mere minute ago, he was happily exploring his meticulously arranged room, sharing jokes and laughter with the girls. But now, the vibe was different—tense, as if a storm had unexpectedly rolled in on their sunny celebration.
Before he could decipher the turn of events, there it was—an Emma entrance. With a cake. A beautiful, specially ordered cake that screamed "Welcome brother!" in intricate frosting. It was a thoughtful gesture that should've been the star of the show, but something was off. The joyous surprise Emma had planned turned into a complicated scenario, creating a swirling mix of emotions.
The cake, now sitting on the table, cast its sugary glow across the room, but the attention was hijacked by Emma herself. She clung tightly to Allen, her demeanor an odd blend of grumpiness and protectiveness. Her eyes shot daggers at the girls flanking them on the couch, radiating a vibe that screamed, "Don't touch my brother!
He's mine!" Despite the fierce facade, the glistening tears at the corner of her eyes betrayed a different story—an undercurrent of sadness and disappointment, not directed at Allen, but at herself.
Emma had assumed she held the exclusive rights to the surprise party idea, confident in being the sole architect of Allen's welcome bash. The special cake she'd meticulously ordered was supposed to be the pièce de résistance—a symbol of her love and dedication. However, the unforeseen twist in the plot, the girls having orchestrated their own surprise, left Emma feeling blindsided and crestfallen.
Emma's protectiveness clashed with the girls' innocent intentions, creating an unexpected tension. Allen, caught in the crossfire, was torn between wanting to diffuse the situation and understanding the complex emotions at play.
Feeling the heavy air in the room, Allen took a deep breath, recognizing the need to navigate this unexpected emotional turbulence. Emma's good intentions were apparent, but Allen couldn't let the party be engulfed by the awkward tension.
Carefully, he attempted to break free from Emma's protective embrace, a maneuver executed with gentle precision. "Let's celebrate with the others, okay? You can't go on like this," he urged, hoping to redirect the focus to the festive occasion they had initially planned.
However, Emma clung tighter, her arms wrapped securely around Allen's neck. She shook her head, caught between the acknowledgment that acting spoiled wasn't the answer and the overpowering surge of emotions that gripped her. The conflicting expressions on her face mirrored the internal struggle—she wanted to join in the celebration, but the disappointment and hurt were hard to shake off.
Emma's emotions were swirling like a tempest. For years, she had been the only child, harboring a deep-seated wish for an older sibling. And now, it seemed like her wish had come true, Allen—a perfect match with the shared love for gaming.
However, the initial excitement was swiftly overshadowed by the unexpected twist. Instead of getting quality time with her newfound brother, the girls swooped in, stealing Allen away for themselves. It was like being handed the perfect toy, only to have it whisked away by eager playmates. That irritation welled up within Emma, a frustration at having her newfound joy disrupted so abruptly.
The desire to have Allen all to herself echoed like a child clinging onto a cherished possession. Emma, having grown up in the lap of luxury and being considered the sole successor to the Goldborne legacy, carried a hint of entitlement in her demeanor.
Despite her intelligence, the lingering remnants of being spoiled crept to the surface, especially when it came to matters concerning her newly-discovered brother.
"C'mon, Emma. I'll be mad at you if you're like that," Allen coaxed, his hand resting gently on the top of her head. In that simple touch, he conveyed understanding and a plea to let go of the brewing tension. Despite the party's unexpected turn, Allen grasped the sweetness in Emma's intentions.
Noticing the two tiny decorations atop the cake—a boy and a girl hand in hand, playing together—Allen's heart warmed. It was a visual representation of Emma's desires, a bit on the childish side, but undeniably cute. He recognized the depth of her sentiment and the effort she had put into making the celebration special.
With a heavy heart, Emma finally nodded, releasing her reluctant hold on Allen. A pout lingered on her face, a subtle manifestation of the internal struggle she had just let go.
Allen, keenly aware of the complexities beneath the surface, welcomed the gesture with a reassuring smile, ready to mend the momentarily strained ties and steer the celebration back to its joyful course.
The room witnessed a plot twist that left the girls gaping in shock. Emma succumbed to the gentle touch and words of Allen. Zoe couldn't believe her eyes; she leaned on Shea, both of them stealing glances.
"Did he just tame Emma?" Zoe whispered, her voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and amazement. The idea of someone taming the spirited Emma seemed like a far-fetched concept, yet here they were, witnessing the unexpected.
Shea, equally taken aback, nodded in agreement. "He is. It's a miracle," she whispered back, her tone matching the astonishment in Zoe's voice. Knowing Emma's strong-willed personality, Shea had anticipated a more prolonged resistance to letting go of Allen. The fact that he managed to diffuse the situation with a touch and a few words felt like a revelation.
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But the tender moment didn't end there. Allen gently lifted Emma's chin, his fingers grazing her tear-streaked cheeks. He felt the dampness beneath his touch, a silent proof of the emotions she was trying to suppress. With a tender thumb, he wiped away the almost-falling tears, erasing the traces of distress.
"Let's have some fun with the others, okay?" Allen encouraged, his voice laced with warmth. He wanted to lift Emma's spirits, to replace the traces of sadness with the joy they had initially intended for the celebration. A genuine smile played on his lips.