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Villain Ch 893. How To Act Cute?

"I think we need to apologize to him," Azura said, her voice filled with remorse. She and Emma had just arrived at Emma's room, and they were sitting on the couch, the earlier confrontation still fresh in their minds. Azura kept glancing at the door, her restlessness and guilt evident in her every movement. She felt a heavy weight on her conscience, believing they had crossed a line with Allen.

Previously, Azura agreed to Emma's idea because she thought Allen wouldn't mind opening his mouth, but who would have thought it would turn out like that?

On her side of the couch, Emma sat hugging her knees, her legs pulled up and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her face looked grim, a storm of conflicted emotions clearly visible. Azura's words seemed to drift past her without making an impact. Emma's mind was full, overwhelmed by feelings she hadn't encountered before.

Guilt gnawed at her, an unfamiliar sensation that left her feeling hollow. Before Allen entered their lives, she had been the only child, the sole heir to her father's business and everything that came with it. She had extraordinary pride, always getting what she wanted. Emma knew how to treat people in a business context, manipulating and charming her way through interactions to achieve her goals.

But acting cutely towards a sibling? She had no idea how to navigate that terrain.

Her thoughts spiraled back to the confrontation with Allen. He kept messing with her emotions and feelings, something she found both infuriating and confusing. What she couldn't understand was how Allen did it so flawlessly, as if being a good brother came naturally to him. He could diffuse tension with a simple smile or a kind word, but when it came to her, everything was different.

She felt like she was forcing him into situations he didn't want, and the realization of that weighed heavily on her.

Emma's thoughts churned, each one a sharp reminder of her inadequacies in this new dynamic. She wanted to get closer to Allen, but her methods were all wrong. She was too used to controlling situations, bending them to her will. With Allen, she felt like she was constantly failing. Each attempt to connect seemed to push him further away.

She glanced at Azura, who was still watching her with concerned eyes. Emma knew that Azura had gone along with her plan thinking it would be a playful sibling interaction, but it had backfired spectacularly. The guilt in Azura's eyes mirrored her own, but Emma wasn't ready to face it, not yet.

Allen's face flashed in her mind, the disappointment etched in his features when he realized what she was trying to do. Emma had always prided herself on being strong, unyielding. But Allen's silent rebuke had cut deeper than she expected. She hated the idea of him hating her, of their relationship becoming strained beyond repair.

She took a deep breath, the air shaky in her lungs. She knew she had to change her approach. Continuing down this path would only lead to more resentment, and she didn't want that. Emma bit her lip, feeling a lump form in her throat. She hated feeling vulnerable, hated the idea of admitting she was wrong. But she cared about Allen, even if she didn't fully understand how to show it.

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Emma buried her face in her knees, her mind awash with turbulent thoughts. 'I wonder if he hates me,' she thought, the idea gnawing at her insides. The possibility that Allen might harbor resentment towards her was almost too much to bear. Maybe he just didn't tell her what he truly thought, hiding his feelings behind that calm, composed exterior.

Her thoughts began to wander, painting a bleak picture of a future where Allen hated her. She could see it clearly—Allen avoiding her, stopping all communication, treating her with cold indifference. The image of their relationship growing distant and strained haunted her, filling her with a sense of despair.

'I want a brother who loves me... I want a brother who spoils me... I want a brother who cares for me,' she thought, her desires raw and unfiltered. As she reflected on her wishes, she realized with a pang that Allen already met those criteria. Despite his initial resistance, Allen accompanied her shopping, even though it was clear he didn't enjoy it.

He fed her food, albeit in a moment of playful defiance. He brought pastries for her, anticipating her sulkiness over him missing breakfast with her. Allen was that thoughtful, that considerate.

And yet, she seemed to be asking for more. Her demands felt insatiable, driven by a need she couldn't quite articulate. 'Doesn't that sound stupid?' she thought bitterly.

Emma lifted her head slightly, her eyes staring blankly at the wall as memories of Allen's small acts of kindness played in her mind. Each gesture was filled with a quiet, unspoken affection. He cared for her in ways that mattered, ways that should have been enough. But her own insecurities and expectations had clouded her perception.

She thought about how he had looked at her earlier, the disappointment in his eyes cutting through her bravado. Allen had always been more patient than she deserved, more understanding.

Emma's eyes started to water, the tears welling up and blurring her vision. She knew this was her fault, knew that her actions had pushed Allen away, but the realization that she was the one crying in the end felt almost absurd. She, Emma Goldborne, who had never feared losing friends or anyone else except her father, was now terrified of losing the older brother she had just found.

A tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, and she buried her face back in her knees, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. This was the first time she had felt such fear, a raw, gut-wrenching fear that tore at her insides. She had always prided herself on being strong, unyielding, but now she felt vulnerable, exposed in a way that left her feeling small and insignificant.@@novelbin@@