Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1519

Chapter 1519: No Distance
Villain Ch 1519. No Distance

Lunch felt like someone flipped a switch.

The pressure, the politics, the cold, measured tension from earlier with Mr. Bell—it was gone. Replaced by something quieter. Lighter. Like the table itself had created a little bubble, shielding them from everything outside.

Mila watched Allen with quiet curiosity as he laughed at one of Vivian’s offhand remarks about a disastrous photo shoot where the wind machine knocked a spotlight over and nearly took out a famous actor. His laugh wasn’t sarcastic or short like usual—it was real. Warm, full-throated, with just the faintest shake of his shoulders. It made the corner of his eyes crinkle.

She blinked.

That was new.

This wasn’t the Allen she’d watched in strategy meetings or the conference. Not the pro gamer who gave cold interviews or the young master who carried his family name like armor. This was… just Allen. Relaxed. No performance. No distance.

And the contrast was… striking.

He leaned back in his seat as he chewed on a bite of ribeye, one hand lazily cradling his glass of water, the other gesturing mid-story as Vivian jumped in with a sarcastic one-liner.

Vivian, of course, noticed. She always noticed. Her gaze flicked once to Mila mid-laugh, a knowing glint in her eye. Not smug. Just observant. Mila gave her a look that said shut up without words.

Vivian just smirked, then turned back to Allen.

Mila sipped her water slowly, trying to steady herself. It was disarming, watching him like this. Seeing the sharp edges smoothed out. The Goldborne armor off.

When the plates were mostly cleared and dessert was offered, Allen passed. Vivian asked for black coffee. Mila, still soaking in the warm, intimate vibe of the booth, ordered the crème brûlée.

“You’re a dessert person,” Allen said, watching her crack the sugar shell with the back of her spoon.

“Obviously,” Mila replied. “You think I’m skipping this for calories? I once ate three slices of birthday cake at a shoot. All for ‘texture reference.'”

Vivian smirked. “Research is important.”

Allen chuckled, tapping the edge of his glass. “Can’t argue with research.”

The flow of the conversation was natural. Easy. Like they’d been having lunches like this for years. Jokes, stories, little teasing jabs. There was no talk of agency politics. No Sophia. No Goldborne legacy. Just three people, eating, laughing, and breathing like they were allowed to.

Mila stole glances at Allen between bites—when he leaned his elbow against the table, chin resting lightly on the back of his knuckles. When he rolled his eyes at Vivian’s joke. When his lips curled up just a little before he smiled. There was something ordinary about him in this moment. Stripped down. Human.

And she liked it.

She liked it more than she expected to.

By the time the waiter brought the bill, Allen had already taken out his card.

Allen waved her off. “It’s on me.”

Mila blinked. “Seriously?”

“You survived the traffic,” he said with a small shrug. “And you didn’t let Sophia ruin your mood. You earned lunch.”

Mila tried to suppress the flutter in her chest and failed. “Well… thanks.”

As they stood from the booth, stretching and grabbing their jackets, the dim restaurant lighting cast soft glows along the wooden walls. It was warm. Quiet. The kind of place they didn’t rush to leave.

Mila followed them out slowly, letting the sound of her heels click gently against the polished floor, her hand brushing lightly against the railing as they descended the small ramp toward the front doors.

Outside, the light had shifted. That late afternoon gold—not too harsh, not too soft—bathed the sidewalk in a mellow hue. Trees swayed slightly in the light breeze, their shadows dancing across parked cars and pavement.

Allen turned to Mila first. “You want me to walk you to your car?”

Mila shook her head, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Driver’s just around the corner. He should be pulling up now.”

Allen gave a small nod. “Good.”

Vivian stepped beside him, her helmet already in hand, swinging lightly by the chin strap. “We should head back too,” she said, her tone easy. “Things to prep. Worlds to ruin.”

Mila smiled, but her eyes lingered on Allen for just a second longer.

Allen glanced between the two girls. “You’ll be alright?”

“Yeah,” Mila replied. “Don’t worry about me.”

Vivian gave her a small, casual wave. “We’ll see you soon.”

Then, with practiced ease, Vivian swung one leg over the bike behind Allen and settled in like she’d done it a hundred times.

Mila tried not to let her gaze linger too long on how natural they looked—Vivian leaning forward slightly, arms loosely around Allen’s waist, like this was just another regular Tuesday.

Allen turned the key. The sportbike came to life with a smooth purr, the low growl vibrating faintly through the quiet street.

He looked at Mila one more time. “Thanks for coming.”

Mila nodded. “Thanks for the lunch.”

That pause again—just a breath too long. The kind that makes she think maybe something else could be said. Should be said.

Allen didn’t say it.

Instead, he revved the engine once, then eased the bike forward. Vivian’s hair fluttered behind her, and just like that, they were gone. Sleek, fast, and loud against the low hum of the city.

Mila stood on the curb for a few seconds, alone now, watching until the tail light disappeared into traffic. The wind tugged gently at her sleeves. A car door clicked behind her—her driver signaling that he’d arrived.

She didn’t move right away.

Her eyes were still on the space where Allen had been, her heart beating a little louder than it should’ve.

Today had changed something. Not in a dramatic, lightning-strike way.

But in the quiet, steady realization that people were not always what they first appeared to be.

She had seen Allen be sharp. Calculated. Intimidating. The guy who held entire meetings in the palm of his hand and made ruthless decisions without flinching. The strategist. The heir. The professional.

But today?

Today she saw him lean back and laugh. Smile without hesitation. Talk like someone who wasn’t guarding every word.

Today, she saw the part of him that existed outside the game, outside the family name.

And she liked that version too.

Maybe more than she expected.

Mila finally turned and walked toward her car, the driver already holding the door open. She slid in, settling back against the leather seat, her fingers brushing absently over her phone in her lap.