Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1060: A Talk, Not A Touch

Villain Ch 1060. A Talk, Not A Touch

Mila pressed her lips together, her realization sinking in. She had gone too far—wrapped up in her own emotions, she had become fixated on her insecurities and assumptions about Allen, never once pausing to truly consider what he had been through. She knew fragments of his past, but they were just that—fragments. Pieces of a puzzle she had barely begun to understand.

And in her haste, she had acted as though she knew everything, as if her feelings were the only ones that mattered.

But now, standing before him, hearing the calm but firm words that came from a place of guardedness, she realized something. She had been selfish!

Allen's past, his ex-teammate and ex-girlfriend's betrayals, had undoubtedly left scars—scars she hadn't fully accounted for. Those wounds ran deep, and they explained why he carried himself the way he did, why he kept people at arm's length. She had thought she could break through that with her beauty, her status, her wealth, her confidence.

She had always believed those things could attract anyone's attention, including Allen's.

But Allen wasn't like other men. He wasn't drawn in by surface-level things. And she realized now, with a deep sense of regret, that she had pushed her feelings onto him without thinking about how he might feel, what he might need. She had acted as though her emotions were the only valid ones in the room, and that was her mistake.

Mila took a tentative step forward, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to him. "I-I never thought of it. I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. She wasn't sure what she was apologizing for exactly—maybe for misunderstanding him, or for making everything about herself. Maybe for not seeing the pain behind his calm demeanor.

But before her hand could reach his, Allen took a deliberate step back. The movement was smooth, controlled, and his eyes had now returned to that cold, guarded gaze.

Mila froze, her hand hanging in the air. She stared at him, shocked by his retreat. His formal demeanor was still intact, and the distance between them felt impossibly vast. She had been reaching for something that wasn't hers to take.

"I only promised you a talk," Allen said, his voice steady and firm, but there was an edge to it. "Not a touch."

Mila's heart clenched. Once again, she had crossed a line.

Allen glanced toward the corner of the room where the CCTV camera was quietly blinking. "They're watching us," he reminded her, his tone softer but no less firm. "Remember?"

Mila nodded, her voice quiet and subdued. "Yes, I remember," she said. Her gaze dropped to the floor, the disappointment was clear.

Allen noticed the shift in her mood, the way her shoulders slumped slightly, and how the spark in her eyes dimmed. He felt a pang of empathy, but he knew there were boundaries that needed to be maintained, especially here, especially now. "I know you expected this to be a better conversation," he said gently, his tone softening.

"But we're still in a formal setting, and I'm here as the Goldborne representative. We both need to maintain our reputations."

Mila lifted her head slightly, her eyes searching his. "Does that mean I'll get another chance to talk to you? Not as a representative, but just as you—as Allen. Just Allen." Her voice was softer now, almost pleading, as if she was grasping for something, anything, that felt real between them.

Allen paused, his expression unreadable. "We'll see about that later," he replied, his tone neutral but not unkind. It wasn't a promise, but it wasn't a rejection either. Just a vague possibility, left open for the future.

Mila nodded again, lowering her gaze once more. She had hoped for more, but she understood now that this wasn't the time or place for personal matters. Not when they were surrounded by the expectations of others, the formalities of business, and the watchful eyes of those behind the CCTV. She couldn't force it, no matter how much she wanted to break through the walls Allen had built around himself.

Allen glanced at the door, his posture shifting as if preparing to leave. "If there's nothing else you want to talk about, I'll excuse myself," he said, his tone still formal but laced with finality.

But as he stepped past her, Mila's voice broke the silence once more. "Allen," she said, her words hesitant but clear. "Is it okay if I still want to chase you?"

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Allen stopped mid-step, turning back to face her, a frown forming on his forehead. He looked at her, genuinely confused. They had just navigated through a difficult conversation, one full of misunderstandings and miscommunications. Why would she still want to pursue him after everything?

"Why?" he asked. "We barely know each other. Why are you so… obsessed with me?" His question wasn't accusatory, just honest. He truly didn't understand why she seemed so fixated on him, especially when they had only met a couple of times. It made no sense to him, not in the way it had with his ex, who had known him well before things went wrong.

But Mila… their connection seemed too brief for such strong feelings.

Mila's lips curled into a bittersweet smile. One that carried both sadness and longing. There was a melancholy in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, before speaking again. "I don't know either," she admitted softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head.

But I can't."

Her words were raw. Allen could see the vulnerability in her, how much this confession had cost her. She was reaching out to him, trying to find something between them, but he didn't know how to respond. He had never expected this kind of intensity from Mila. He was at a loss.

Mila's gaze dropped to the floor again, her hands clenching slightly as if she was trying to gather her courage. "You're different, Allen," she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know why… but you are."