roccoschili Chapter 811: My Personal Life
Chapter 811: My Personal Life
Villain Ch 811. My Personal Life
"Why my personal life?" Allen asked, trying to mask his discomfort. His voice came out more like a complaint than he intended, and he immediately regretted it.
Azura felt a pang at his tone but pushed through it. She swallowed hard, her initial impulse to say she wanted to know more about him suppressed by a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Clearing her throat, she chose her words carefully. "You just became a Goldborne, Allen," she began, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of nervousness. "And I don’t know much about you.
So isn’t that a normal question? We are cousins after all," she added, trying to sound confident. Enjoy new tales from novelhall.Côm@@@@
But as the word "cousin" left her lips, Azura couldn’t shake the bitter taste it left behind. She’d never thought much about family dynamics before, but with Allen, things felt different. The label seemed to create a barrier she hadn’t anticipated, making her feel awkward and somewhat distant.
Allen finally nodded, trying to ease the tension. "Okay. But I might not answer some questions that could spoil my appetite," he said with a small smirk, attempting to keep the mood light.
Azura frowned, her curiosity piqued. "Can you give me an example?" she asked, her confusion evident in her tone.
Allen leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "If I don’t answer, that means I don’t want to," he replied, a playful yet firm edge to his voice.
Azura was silent for a moment, her frown deepening. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. ’Is he keeping a secret?’ she thought, her mind racing with possibilities. She opened her mouth to probe further but then thought better of it. The last thing she wanted was to push Allen away.
But her suspicions were shattered by Emma, who spoke as if she could read Azura’s mind. "Believe me, there are some things he can’t talk about. I also heard that from Dad, and it was enough to destroy his appetite," Emma said in a nonchalant tone, her eyes still fixed on her phone.
"It looks like you are discussing something exciting," Jordan remarked, his tone light and jovial despite the weariness evident on his face. He was dressed impeccably in a suit, a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the dining room. Behind him, the butlers followed suit, their expressions neutral as they stood at attention.
Emma glanced up from her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips as she greeted Jordan. "Hey, Dad. We were just catching up," she said, her voice warm with affection.
Azura nodded in agreement, though her disappointment still lingered. "Yeah, just chatting about random stuff," she added, her tone slightly forced as she tried to mask her disappointment.
Jordan raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Allen. "Everything okay, son?" he asked, concern etched in his features as he studied Allen’s expression.
Allen nodded, offering his father a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a typical dinner conversation," he replied, his voice steady.
"You’re home faster than usual," Emma remarked, a hint of surprise in her voice as she glanced up from her phone.
Jordan nodded, settling into his seat at the dining table with a casual ease. "Yes," he replied, his tone relaxed. "It’s been a while since your mother’s side of the family paid me a visit, so I thought I’d make the most of it," he explained, a warm smile gracing his lips. Jordan’s gaze softened as he exchanged greetings with Azura.
"It’s good to see you, Azura," he said warmly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Azura returned his smile, her expression genuine. "It’s good to see you too, Uncle Jordan," she replied, her tone filled with warmth.
But beneath the surface, there lingered a sense of sadness and regret. Ever since Emma’s mother had passed away, her family had become distant, their visits few and far between. While their relationship remained intact, the absence of regular visits served as a constant reminder of the loss they had all endured.