Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1237: Get a Room, Please!

Villain Ch 1237. Get a Room, Please!

Gerry leaned casually against the rack, his smirk stretching wider. "Oh, you know, Allen's got a date lined up after this. Big plans."

Larissa tilted her head, giving Allen a knowing look. "Oh really?" she said, crossing her arms. "Let guess—Zoe?"

Allen sighed but nodded, wiping the sweat off his brow with his towel. "Yeah. She was a bit down yesterday, you know, since the dungeon run didn't match her prediction. She's been stewing over it, so I figured I'd entertain her a bit. Take her mind off it."

Larissa's grin turned playful as she leaned against Allen, her shoulder brushing his. "Aw, should I do that to you too? So can you cheer up?"

Gerry's eyes widened as he threw up his hands in mock horror. "Ehm, can you two not? Get a room, please. Spare the secondhand embarrassnt."

Larissa chuckled, straightening up with a flick of her hair. "Relax, I'm just teasing him. You don't need to worry, Gerry."

Allen raised an eyebrow, shooting Larissa a skeptical glance. "Teasing, huh? Could've fooled ."

Larissa smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. "If I really needed sothing from you, Allen, I'd just tell you directly. I'm not the type to take detours."

Gerry, who had been stretching his arms, froze mid-stretch and blinked at her. "Uh… can you, uh, explain what you an by 'cheer up'? Just for clarity."

Allen's lips twitched into a smirk as he leaned on the bench, clearly enjoying Gerry's awkwardness. "Sothing between couples. Want to explain in detail?"

Gerry held up both hands in mock surrender. "Ow, bold! I like your style. But nah, I'm good. No need for a masterclass right now."

Larissa burst out laughing, the sound light and genuine. "You two are sothing else," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, I've got to get back to work. Don't want anyone accusing of slacking off."

"Bye, Larissa," Allen said with a small wave as she turned to leave.

"Later, Larissa," Gerry added, watching her go with a bemused expression. "She's got a sharp tongue, doesn't she?"

"You have no idea," Allen replied, smirking as he grabbed a dumbbell for his next set.

The two finished their workout in relative silence, focusing on their reps. By the ti they were done, the gym was less crowded, the chatter and clanging weights fading into the background.

As they packed up their gear, Gerry slung his towel over his shoulder, eyeing Allen curiously. "So, what's the plan with Zoe? Fancy dinner? Romantic stroll? Or just, you know, the classic let's-talk-it-out?"

Allen shrugged, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. "Nothing too crazy. She doesn't need a grand gesture, just so quality ti."

"Simple but effective," Gerry said with a nod. "You've got this down to a science, huh?"

"Not really," Allen admitted as they made their way toward the exit. "It's just about knowing what she needs. She's got this thing where she overthinks every little detail. Sotis, all it takes is a reminder to just… enjoy the mont."

Gerry chuckled. "Man, you're like a boyfriend and a therapist. What's next? Relationship guru?"

Allen shot him a look. "Don't push it."

Once they stepped outside, the crisp air hit them, a welco change from the stuffy gym. Gerry glanced at his watch, then back at Allen. "Alright, man. I'm out. Good luck with the date. And if you ever need advice from a single guy with zero ga, you know where to find ."

Allen snorted, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

They exchanged a quick fist bump before parting ways, Gerry heading off to his car while Allen turned toward his motorcycle. The sleek, black beast of a machine glead under the midday sun, its polished chro catching the light like a weapon prid for action. Allen swung his leg over the seat, slipping on his helt as he muttered to himself, "Alright, let's get this done."

The engine roared to life with a satisfying growl, the vibrations pulsing through him as he pulled out of the parking lot. The city was alive with its usual chaos—cars honking, pedestrians rushing, the occasional street musician filling the air with lodies—but Allen tuned it all out. His focus was on the first stop. The jewelry store.

The ride was quick, the streets blurring past as he wove through traffic with practiced ease. A few minutes later, he parked outside a small, upscale shop nestled between a boutique and a bakery. The sign above the door read "Elegant Trinkets", its cursive font almost too pretentious for his taste, but the product? Worth every credit.

He stepped inside, the chi of the doorbell announcing his arrival. A cheerful staff mber greeted him imdiately, her smile as polished as the glass cases lining the room. "Welco! How can I help you today?"

"I'm here to pick up an order," Allen said, pulling out his phone to show the receipt. "Couple bracelets. Ordered yesterday."

The woman nodded, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she moved to the back. Allen glanced around, his eyes skimming over rows of glittering necklaces, rings, and watches. Jewelry wasn't his thing, but he had to admit, this place had style.

A mont later, the staff mber returned with a small, velvet box in hand. "Here it is," she said, opening it to reveal two bracelets nestled inside. One was a sleek, black band with a charm shaped like a trident; the other, a silver band with a delicate wave charm. Together, they looked simple yet aningful—a perfect balance of strength and elegance.

Allen inspected them closely, his critical eye scanning for any flaws. Satisfied, he nodded. "They're perfect. Can you wrap them?"

"Of course," she replied, taking the box back with a practiced smile. She wrapped the box in silver paper and tied it with a blue ribbon. Allen checked the ti on his phone. It was still too early to pick up Zoe.