Chapter 299 Why Bother?



Villain Ch 299. Why Bother?

Sophia hesitated, her mind racing to find an appropriate response. She knew that disclosing the details of her conversation with Allen would only complicate things further. So she shook her head, her lips forming a thin line.

"He didn't say much," she replied, purposely downplaying the significance of their encounter. It was a half-truth, as Allen's words had indeed left a profound impact on her.

Elio's concern deepened, sensing that Sophia was holding back. He reached out a hand, gently touching her arm in an attempt to provide comfort.

"Sophia," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine care and worry. "You don't have to face this alone. If something is bothering you, please let me help."

Sophia pulled away slightly, not wanting to burden Elio with her troubles. She felt a wave of guilt for pushing him away when he was offering his support, but she couldn't shake off her longing for Allen. It was a battle within herself, torn between the familiarity of Elio's presence and the intense desire for Allen's companionship.

"I appreciate your concern, Elio," she responded, her voice tinged with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "But I think I just need some time alone to sort things out. I've already ordered a Guuber, and it should be here soon. Please understand."

Elio's expression softened, understanding the complexity of Sophia's emotions. He knew that sometimes people needed their own space to process their feelings and make sense of their thoughts. Reluctantly, he nodded, respecting her wishes.

"I understand, Sophia," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "Just remember that I'm here for you whenever you're ready to talk. Take all the time you need."

Elio revved the engine of his motorcycle, the sound roaring through the air, as he prepared to leave. But as he glanced back at Sophia, a sudden thought crossed his mind, urging him to reconsider his actions. He couldn't simply leave her alone in this state, especially when he sensed the depth of her turmoil. Ignoring his initial plan to head home, he made a spontaneous decision to go against the current and take a different route.

Elio weaved through the bustling traffic, his eyes scanning the surroundings with an intense focus. He searched for any sign of Allen, determined to find him and bring him back to Sophia. As he maneuvered his motorbike through the busy street, his senses heightened, and he kept a sharp lookout for familiar features.

And there, amidst the sea of commuters, he spotted Allen. Allen stood beside his own motorbike, preparing to embark on his own ride. Without a moment's hesitation, Elio accelerated his bike.

Allen just drove for less than a minute and glanced to his side as he came to a halt at the red light, his focus momentarily shifting from the road ahead. A sense of surprise washed over him as he noticed a vibrant red motorbike pulling up beside him. The rider on the red motorcycle swiftly lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a face that Allen immediately recognized—it was Elio.

Elio persisted, his voice firm and determined. "Pull over, Allen. We really need to talk."

Allen couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance washing over him. He was tired of these constant interruptions and unwanted interventions in his life. He rolled his eyes, dismissing Elio's request with a shake of his head. He had made up his mind to ignore Elio, knowing that whatever he had to say wouldn't make a difference. In Allen's eyes, Elio's actions were fueled by his infatuation with Sophia—a blind devotion that clouded his judgment and made him susceptible to her every whim.

"Why bother?" Allen muttered under his breath, a hint of frustration evident in his voice. He knew all too well that people in love often became blinded by their emotions, willing to do anything to please the object of their affection. If Sophia were to ask Elio to jump, he would probably do it without question, blindly following her every order.

"I said pull over!" Elio's voice rang out, filled with a mixture of frustration and determination. He waved his hand emphatically, urging Allen to heed his plea. But Allen remained stubborn, refusing to comply with Elio's demands.

The traffic light turned green, signaling the permission to proceed, and Allen wasted no time in revving his motorbike, propelling himself forward with a surge of energy. He veered away from his usual route, opting to take an unexpected detour. He knew that Elio wouldn't simply give up without a fight.

"That bastard." Elio's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he clenched his jaw in anger. He couldn't believe that Allen was deliberately avoiding him, seemingly unwilling to engage in a much-needed conversation. Determination sparked in his eyes as he lowered his glass helmet, readying himself for pursuit. Without hesitation, he revved his motorbike, the engine roaring to life as he accelerated to catch up with Allen.

Elio's motorbike roared to life as he accelerated, his gaze locked on Allen's figure ahead. Determination coursed through his veins, pushing him to close the gap between them. With every twist and turn of the bustling street, he skillfully maneuvered his bike, expertly navigating through the sea of vehicles and pedestrians.

Allen, aware of Elio's pursuit, glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. He could see Elio's determined expression mirrored in his rearview mirror, spurring him to push the limits of his own bike's capabilities. The once bustling street transformed into their own private racecourse as they weaved through traffic, their motorbikes darting between cars with precision and agility.

The honking horns and blaring sirens served as a backdrop to their chase, adding to the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere. Pedestrians watched in awe and surprise as the two riders showcased their skills, their movements fluid and synchronized. The streets became a playground for their pursuit, a battleground where their unresolved emotions clashed.

Elio's determination pushed him to take calculated risks, seizing every opportunity to close the distance between them. He deftly maneuvered his motorbike, seamlessly darting through small gaps in traffic, his focus solely fixed on catching up to Allen. Despite the chaos around them, his mind remained sharp and focused, attuned to every twist and turn of the road.

Allen's eyes flickered to the side, where Elio doggedly pursued him, refusing to back down. The intensity of their chase only heightened the danger, and Allen realized they needed to find a safer route. With a quick decision, he veered his motorbike towards a quieter street, leading them away from the bustling city center.