Bonus chapter
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In the morning, Ada slowly opened her eyes, her body still naked and wrapped in Allen's arms. A faint soreness lingered through her body, especially around her hips.
Her gaze drifted across the room, still in disarray from the night before. Seeing that, she let out a soft breath and shook her head slightly, a small, amused smile forming on her lips as memories of what they had done—from the afternoon until midnight—played clearly in her mind.
"Allen… are you awake yet?" she murmured softly, but there was no response—Allen was still sound asleep.
Seeing his peaceful expression, Ada couldn't help but smile faintly. She leaned in quietly and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips before carefully trying to get up.
Her body protested immediately—her stomach ached, and her legs felt weak, almost like jelly. Grimacing slightly, she steadied herself on the edge of the bed, brushing her tousled hair back from her face.
"Ugh… he really overdid it," she muttered under her breath, her voice a mix of annoyance and fondness.
Each step toward the bathroom was slow and careful. Her legs still trembled with weakness, and a dull ache lingered throughout her body. She paused for a moment, glancing back at Allen, who was still fast asleep and looked completely unbothered.
A small, helpless smile tugged at her lips.
"You're unbelievable…" she whispered softly before turning away and continuing her slow walk to the bathroom. Soon, the faint sound of running water filled the quiet room.
While Ada soaked in the bathtub, the warm water gently easing the tension in her body, her hand slowly moved to rest against her stomach. For a moment, she simply stared at her reflection in the rippling water—silent, thoughtful.
"…Looks like I might be pregnant," Ada murmured, her tone calm yet tinged with resignation—especially since she hadn't taken any pills.
There was no point in regretting it now. What was done was done.
Still, the realization carried a weight that settled deep inside her chest. It meant she'd have to think ahead—to plan how she would raise her child, and what kind of life she could offer them.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips.
"Guess I'll have to take a break from dangerous jobs for a while… at least for now," she whispered, her expression softening as she traced gentle circles over her belly, lost in thought about the uncertain yet inevitable future that awaited her.
And as for her relationship with Allen, Ada had already made up her mind—once this mission was over, she would stay by his side forever.
Their night together had made her realize something she could no longer deny:
she had fallen in love with him.
Of course, she also wanted Allen to take responsibility. If she truly was pregnant, there was no way she would let her child be born without a father.
Not that she doubted him, though.
Deep down, Ada knew Allen wasn't the kind of man who would ever abandon her.
As her thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened between them the night before, her face flushed a deep shade of red.
"God… what am I even thinking…" she muttered, her heartbeat quickening.
Embarrassed, Ada sank deeper into the bathwater, submerging her face to hide her burning cheeks as the warm water rippled softly around her.
After finishing her bath and slipping into her signature red outfit, Ada made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them. The soft clatter of pans and the gentle aroma of freshly cooked food soon filled the air.
That aroma was enough to make Allen slowly stir awake, his senses catching the pleasant scent drifting through the room. The rich fragrance of Ada's cooking brought a faint smile to his lips.
Stretching his body lazily, he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash up.
A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he followed the enticing aroma to the kitchen—where Ada stood at the counter, focused on her cooking, her crimson outfit glowing faintly under the morning light.
Allen leaned casually against the doorway, watching her with a soft grin. "Smells really good. What are you cooking?" he asked, his voice still a little husky from sleep.
"I'm making rice porridge—congee—and baozi," Ada replied with a playful smile. "It's Chinese food. I hope you'll like it, handsome."
"Sure," Allen chuckled as he walked closer to her. "I'm not exactly picky when it comes to food… especially when it's my girlfriend cooking."
That made Ada roll her eyes, as if saying 'Girlfriend? Since when?'—as though she had conveniently forgotten what they did last night.
But before she could respond, Allen wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close and pressing soft kisses along her neck. She shivered slightly, stifling a small laugh.
"Alright, you should go wait at the table," Ada said teasingly, turning her head just enough to brush a quick kiss against his lips. "Don't distract me while I'm cooking—I still need to finish the toppings."
"Okay, okay," Allen said with a grin, reluctantly letting her go.
He walked over to the dining table and sat down, turning on the television to find something to watch while waiting for Ada to finish breakfast. The soft sound of the TV mixed with the gentle clinking of dishes, filling the room with a calm, peaceful morning warmth.
Not long after, Ada came over with the food she had prepared and sat down beside him.
"Ada, how about you start living with me from now on?" Allen said as he began to eat.
"Hmmm… may I know why you want me to live with you?" Ada asked, her tone teasing as usual.
Allen looked at her and replied, "I just want my woman to live with me, so I can spend more time with her, of course."
"So?" Ada pressed with a playful smile. "Are you saying I'm your woman now?"
"Of course," Allen answered seriously. "And don't even think about running away from me."
Ada smiled faintly, then replied softly, "Who said anything about running away?"
She had already fallen in love with this man—and had even given him her virginity. There was no way she could simply walk away from him now.
After that lunch, Allen and Ada spent some time together outside for a short date—shopping for clothes and other personal things she needed. They even took a break at a nearby café to relax and chat about her current mission.
Ada mentioned Simmon—the man who had contacted her to obtain data on the G-Virus and T-Virus, along with their antidotes.
"So, you're saying Simmon personally contacted you to steal the G-Virus and T-Virus data so he could buy it from you?" Allen asked.
"Yeah," Ada replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "The offer was pretty tempting. He even promised a large amount of money for the job."
"Oh right, by the way, how do you even know Simmon?" Allen asked, curiosity showing in his tone.
"Well, you could say we've known each other for a while," Ada explained. "During some missions for my old organization, I was ordered to get close to a few men to promote the group's interests. That's how Simmon got to know me. But lately… I don't know why, he's been kind of obsessed with me."
She shook her head slightly, not wanting to go into detail. Ada didn't want Allen to misunderstand—especially now that she knew just how fixated Simmon had become on her.
Allen frowned a little. "Do you really need the money that badly? You know I can easily give you anything you need. You don't have to take jobs from someone like Simmon."
Ada's lips curved into a faint smile, sensing a hint of jealousy in his tone. "I know, Allen. But I don't want your money. I can earn it myself. And what's with that reaction? The way you're talking makes it sound like you want me to stay far away from Simmon. Are you jealous? That's kind of cute."
She gently took his hand as she teased him.
"I just don't want you getting close to that guy again," Allen said firmly. "Besides, who'd want another man trying to get close to his woman?"
Ada chuckled, then nodded reassuringly. "Alright… this will be the last time I accept a commission from him. After this, I promise I won't take any more contacts from Simmon," she said with a warm smile, trying to put Allen at ease.
Not long after their conversation, the two of them returned to Allen's apartment.
When they entered, Allen immediately noticed Excella sitting on the couch, as if she had been waiting for him.
Ah… looks like I forgot about this woman, Allen thought, realizing he hadn't checked in on her lately.
Meanwhile, Ada quietly went to her room to put away the clothes and other things she had bought during their outing.
Excella, who had been waiting, didn't waste any time. She stood up and approached Allen.
"Allen, do you have a moment to talk?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of urgency.
Allen could tell from her expression that something was on her mind—most likely business-related.
"Of course," he replied calmly. "Let's talk in my study."
Hearing that, Excella let out a small sigh of relief. She was glad he agreed to speak with her privately.
"Would you like to talk over a drink?" Allen offered, gesturing toward a bottle of expensive wine from his collection.
"Sure," Excella replied without hesitation. Discussing business over wine always helped ease the atmosphere, after all.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Allen asked, already having a hunch about the subject.
He wasn't wrong—Tricell's stock value had been declining recently due to a series of complications.
"I was hoping we could increase the supply of medical materials your company has been producing," Excella began, trying to sound persuasive. "It would help boost production and meet market demand—which, of course, would increase profits for both of us."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden request to raise production? Can you give me a clear reason?"
Her confident smile didn't waver. "Simple," she replied. "I want to gain more profit from this partnership. Your pharmaceutical company isn't widely known yet and receives limited orders, so I plan to purchase your supplies and distribute them through my own channels."
She leaned in slightly, her tone smooth and businesslike—but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"And besides," Excella continued, "even though your company's sales are doing fairly well, you're dividing your distribution between several retailers, which cuts into your profits. I'd prefer if you supplied exclusively to me—it would make things more efficient."
As she spoke, she subtly moved closer, pressing her body lightly against his arm in a deliberately seductive way. Excella knew Allen was the type who appreciated a woman's charm more than money—so she tried to use that to her advantage.
"Are you saying you want to monopolize my supply?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Please don't make it sound like that," Excella replied smoothly. "After all, we'd both profit from this partnership."
As she spoke, her hand began to wander lower, testing his reaction.
"I don't care much about profit—what I want is absolute control," Allen said calmly, his gaze flicking toward her hand. "And what you're doing right now is pretty provocative. Aren't you afraid I might take it the wrong way?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind if you did," Excella replied without hesitation, her confidence unwavering. "As long as I get what I want, I'd do anything."
"Anything?" Allen repeated, a faint smile forming. "Then how about this—work fully with my company and come under my management. Would you accept that?"
He paused briefly before adding, "If you want something in return, I might be able to help you."
Excella hesitated. Accepting would mean starting over—but she was already tired of how the Travis family treated her.
Seeing her hesitation, Allen spoke again. "If you're refusing, then I suppose there's nothing more to discuss."
"Wait—I'll accept your offer," Excella said quickly.
"Oh? Good. I prefer obedient women," Allen replied casually.
"But Allen," Excella continued, her expression turning more serious, "one of the Travis heirs has already recruited an Umbrella researcher named Wesker. It seems he and the Travis family have started contacting me to join something new they're working on. I turned them down, and that's why I've failed to raise my status. Will that be a problem?"
"We can deal with that later. I already expected something like this," Allen said calmly.
"So what's your plan?" Excella pressed. "You know Wesker is already inside Tricell. It's likely that biological weapons will start appearing on the black market soon."
Allen leaned back slightly, unfazed. "And what does that have to do with me? They're running illegal operations—most of my business is legitimate."
"Well…" Excella said, her lips curling slightly, "I was thinking… if we entered the same business, we could make even bigger profits."
For a moment, Allen was silent.
Then, he let out a quiet breath, staring at the woman in front of him.
It seemed he had spoiled her a little too much lately.
And maybe… it was about time she learned a proper lesson.