Villain Ch 1559. Happy Puppy Mode
"Yeah, yeah. Keep pressing your dumbbells, Goldborne," Gerry muttered, dropping into a full-body stretch beside the bench. "Let me warm up before your new energy makes me feel like an old man."
Allen returned to his set with a soft grunt, resetting his grip. The dumbbells rose and fell in smooth, clean reps—no hesitation, no distraction. It wasn't just good form. It was intentional. Controlled. Sharp.
But what caught Gerry off guard wasn't the weights. Or the rhythm. Or even the focus.
It was Allen's face.
He was smiling. Like… really smiling. That kind of lazy, content, almost smug grin that people wear when the world finally stops punching them in the gut.
And for Allen, that was weird.
Not because his face didn't suit it—hell, Allen had always had that model-in-a-black-leather-jacket kind of look. Bad-boy energy with a 'don't-talk-to-me' aura that made half the gym afraid to make eye contact unless he initiated.
But today?
