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In the morning, Ada slowly opened her eyes, still naked and wrapped in Allen's arms. Her head throbbed faintly, and the messy state of the room didn't help her dizziness.

"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 from the intensity of the previous night, 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 through her body. She paused for a moment, glancing back at Allen, still fast asleep and looking 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, the faint sound of running water soon filling 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 just 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.

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, what kind of life she could offer it.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips. "Guess I'll have to take a break from the spy world… at least for a while," she whispered, her expression softening as she traced gentle circles over her belly, lost in thought about the uncertain but 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 last 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, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

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.

Meanwhile, Allen slowly stirred 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 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, walking closer to her. "I'm not exactly picky when it comes to food."

Before Ada 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 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, flipping on the television to find something to watch while waiting for Ada to finish breakfast. The cozy sound of the TV mixed with the gentle clinking of dishes, filling the room with a peaceful morning warmth.

Not long after, Ada came over with the food she had cooked and sat down beside Allen.

"Ada, how about you start living with me from now on?" Allen said as he ate.

"Hmmm, may I know why you want me to live with you?" Ada asked curiously.

Allen looked at her and said, "I just want my woman to live with me, so I can spend more time with her, of course."

"So?" Ada asked teasingly. "Are you saying I'm your woman now?"

"Of course," Allen replied seriously. "And don't even think about running away from me."

Ada smiled faintly. "Who said anything about running away?" she replied softly.

She had already fallen in love with this man and had even given him her virginity—there was no way she could just 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 Simmons—the man who had contacted her to obtain data on the G-Virus and T-Virus, along with their antidotes.

"So, you're saying Simmons 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 Simmons?" 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 Simmons 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 Simmons 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 Simmons."

Ada smiled softly, 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? Don't tell me you don't like Simon? 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 Simmons," 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 Exella sitting on the couch, as if she'd been waiting for him.

Ah… looks like I forgot about this woman, he 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'd bought during their outing.

Exella, 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 dipping recently due to a series of complications.

"I was hoping we could increase the supply of medical materials your company's been producing," Exella 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, pressed her body lightly so that her breasts pressed against Allen's arm—in a pleasant and 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, hoping to sway him with a mix of business and seduction.

"Are you saying you want to monopolize my supply?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Even as she made the request, Allen could tell Excella had her own agenda—women like her never stayed caged for long.

"Please don't make it sound like that," Exella replied smoothly. "After all, we'd both profit from this partnership."

As she spoke, her hand began to wander toward Allen's crotch.

"I don't care much about profit — what I want is absolute control. And what you're doing right now is pretty provocative. Aren't you afraid I might attack you?" Allen said, watching where Excella's hand was going; the gesture had already made him hard.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you attacked me, as long as I get what I want. I'd do anything for that," Exella said, confident her tactic was working. If she had to sell herself to Allen instead of being sold to the Travis family, she would.

"Anything? Then how about this: work fully with my company and come under my management — would you accept that?" Allen asked, adding, "If you want something in return, maybe I can help you."

Excella hesitated — accepting would mean starting over — but she was tired of how the Travis family treated her. Seeing her pause, Allen said, "Are you refusing? If so, I suppose there's nothing more to discuss."

"Wait — I'll accept your offer," Excella replied quickly, then continued.

"Oh, good. I prefer obedient women," Allen said.

"But Allen, 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. Is that a problem?" Excella asked.

"We can worry about that later. I figured something like this might happen," Allen responded.

"So what's your plan, Allen? You know Wesker's already inside Tricell — it's likely some biological weapons will start appearing on the black market," Excella said.

"Hmmm, what does that have to do with me? They're in illegal business, while most of mine is legitimate," Allen said.

"Well, I was thinking if we enter the same business as them, we might be able to make even bigger profits," Excella suggested.

Allen was left momentarily speechless by the woman before him. It seemed he'd spoiled her a little too much lately — and perhaps, he thought, it was time she received a little lesson for that.

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