BXBX NOVEL Chapter 315 Two Versus Two [Part 1]
Villain Ch 315. Two Versus Two [Part 1]
"Good evening, Mr. Bell. Thank you for your invitation," Sophia greeted him, her voice smooth as velvet. The words were polite, but her body language spoke volumes. She and Elio had come to the table not merely to acknowledge Allen or Vivian, but to make their presence known to the host himself.
Her gesture towards Elio was strikingly intimate. As she approached Mr. Bell, her hand linked with Elio\'s, and she subtly pressed her chest against him. It was clear to anyone who dared to look that they were more than just friends.
Sophia\'s attire was a bold statement in itself. She wore a slinky, figure-hugging jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, revealing a tantalizing hint of waist and cleavage. Her confidence allowed her to flaunt her beauty with grace, making her the center of attention without even trying.
Her makeup was bold, her lips painted a striking shade of red that demanded everyone\'s gaze. In the sea of muted colors and conservative choices, she stood out like a burning ember, daring the world to look away.
Elio, too, was not dressed in the typical formal attire of high society, but his choice of informal clothing only added to his allure.
Vivian found herself taken aback. She had not prepared for the possibility of sharing the limelight with Sophia.
Sophia\'s attire, however, was the cause of Vivian\'s unease. To her dismay, she discovered that Sophia had chosen a dress similar to her own as if purposely encroaching on her territory.
As Mr. Bell rose to greet Sophia, Vivian couldn\'t help but observe the way his eyes lingered on Sophia\'s form. Sophia\'s arrival had certainly piqued his interest.
"You look... different today," he complimented, unable to hide the intrigue in his voice.
Sophia accepted the attention with a smile that held a hint of mischief. "Thank you. I\'m with my date tonight, so I thought I had to dress up," she replied, glancing affectionately at Elio, whose presence at her side seemed to solidify their connection.
Without hesitation, Elio extended his hand towards Mr. Bell, a suave grin playing on his lips, his eyes shimmering with an air of mysterious charm. "Good evening, Mr. Bell. I\'m Elio," he introduced himself, his voice resonating with a hint of magnetic allure. "Thank you for your invitation," he added, acknowledging the privilege of being welcomed into this celebration.
Mr. Bell reciprocated the gesture, clasping Elio\'s hand firmly in his own. "Nice to meet you too," he replied, his smile genuine and welcoming. "Enjoy your time, okay?" he offered.
"We will," Elio responded with genuine happiness, the promise of an extraordinary night stretching before him. But his seemingly joyous expression masked an undercurrent of tension. His gaze flicked towards Allen, who sat lounging against the opulent sofa, not far from Mr. Bell. In that piercing stare, Elio conveyed an unspoken message to the man - "I have taken Sophia from you like you said, coward!"
Instead of rising to the bait, Allen raised his wine glass with a smirk, as if to toast Elio\'s presence in a mocking congratulatory manner.
Elio\'s jaw clenched as he noticed Allen\'s smug expression, seemingly unaffected by the brewing emotions around him. Instead of succumbing to anger, Elio found himself struggling to maintain his composure in the face of Allen\'s deliberate taunting.
\'This bastard!\' Elio seethed inwardly, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. He couldn\'t deny that Allen had a skill for pushing people\'s buttons whenever it suited him. It was as if he had a sixth sense for discovering just the right buttons to press, and he took wicked pleasure in doing so.
Allen\'s presence became a constant thorn in Elio\'s side. Elio couldn\'t forget how Allen had abandoned him during a crucial race, leaving him to pick up the pieces and swallow the bitter taste of defeat alone.
Elio returned his gaze to Mr. Bell, a spark of appreciation in his eyes as he acknowledged the host\'s geniality. With a nod of gratitude, he released Mr. Bell\'s hand, recognizing that the evening held much promise and intrigue.
"Just order the drinks you want tonight!" Mr. Bell beamed with delight, settling back into his seat, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of the glass in his hand.
After a nod, Elio and Sophia glided gracefully to the next table, the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses creating a tapestry of sound around them. Sophia\'s every movement exuded an effortless allure, her hair cascading like liquid as she turned, her fingers teasingly flicking the strands to expose the enticing length of her neck. The glimmering long earrings she wore only served to accentuate her sensual aura, leaving an indelible impression on those who dared to gaze upon her.
Sophia knew the art of subtlety, of using every tool at her disposal to captivate and control the narrative of the night. Her heart pounded with both apprehension and determination as she executed her plan to grab Allen\'s attention.
She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn\'t help herself. Allen had slipped through her fingers, and she couldn\'t stand the idea of losing him to Vivian without a fight. A flicker of insecurity gnawed at her, but she pushed it aside, replacing it with a mask of confidence.
Though she was well aware of her intentions, Sophia\'s heart wavered between hope and defiance. Yes, she wanted to make Allen jealous, to see that he still held a flame for her amidst the allure of Vivian\'s presence. Allen\'s disinterest had made that abundantly clear, but she refused to accept defeat without putting up a fight. She yearned for him to realize what he had lost, to feel a pang of regret, and ultimately, to come crawling back to her.
Her eyes darted toward Allen, searching for any sign of reaction, a flicker of jealousy, a trace of longing. However, to her dismay, Allen appeared utterly indifferent. He held his wine glass with a casual detachment, his gaze fixed on its crimson contents, seemingly unaffected by the game she was playing.
It was Vivian, instead, who bore the brunt of Sophia\'s daring display. Vivian felt a twinge of displeasure at the shift in focus. Her eyes narrowed with a hint of rage as she observed Sophia.