Chapter 392

A woman like Darlene, who was so virtuous and chaste, willingly joining him in bed would be quite the twist. But forcing the issue now would be a waste of a rare opportunity. Until Darlene was truly ready, he had to uphold his impeccable reputation. He couldn't afford any missteps. Sure enough, Darlene seemed subdued. Her lips parted slightly as she looked at Steven. "I... I appreciate you for one reason, but on the other hand, I want you to get back at him. After all, Alfred still sees me as his woman…" "So, you want me to cuckold him?" Steven nearly chuckled in surprise. This woman was something else. Perhaps even she didn't realize it. Beneath her virtuous facade, lay a remarkably bold heart. Otherwise, how else would she be thinking the same thing as someone as refined as him? Unfortunately, his sights weren't set on Darlene. He wanted the eldest princess of the Silva family. Of course, outwardly, he still had to maintain his flawless image. "Why drag women into men's business? If I'm going after Alfred, I'll do it straight up, no shady tricks," Steven asserted firmly. "Are you serious?" Darlene asked. "Of course. I don't play games like that," Steven replied. Looking at Steven, Darlene was struck by his aura of righteousness and strength. "In Steven's shoes, Alfred wouldn't have hesitated," she thought to herself. Compared to Steven, Alfred seemed insignificant. Steven, on the other hand, exuded the essence of a true hero. "Don't linger here. I'll handle my own affairs and won't drag you into this. Go get some rest," Steven reassured her with a tone that spoke of genuine concern and chivalry. "Steven, thank you so much," Darlene responded gratefully. Steven's refusal to take advantage of her only deepened Darlene's respect for him. As Darlene turned to leave, she couldn't resist looking back. "Steven, you're in danger now. You need to take care of yourself…" Steven furrowed his brows, puzzled. "What do you mean?" Darlene hesitated. "I've heard rumors about your devoted fans. They're eager for your attention in ways that could put you at risk. With Alfred targeting you now…" Darlene believed Steven was a hero, but his fans were too fervent. Given Steven's youth and likely strong desires, she feared his downfall due to temptation. She was just trying to look out for him. "Do I look like someone who'd hook up with fans? That's a moral line I won't cross! Even if they come knocking, I'll just send them packing," Steven asserted firmly. "I trust you completely!" Darlene nodded emphatically. To her, Steven embodied unwavering integrity—it was those overzealous fans causing the trouble. "Alright, I'll be vigilant! You take care." Steven waved her off. His expression clouded over as he watched Darlene leave. "Damn it, are these crazy fans out there ruining my reputation? If they keep spreading rumors, Levix City will start seeing me as some kind of playboy! "And what about my pristine reputation? The truth is, I haven't been with that many women!" Steven muttered under his breath. Steven felt genuinely aggrieved. If those rumors were true, he could handle it, but the truth was that he had only been with Yvette, Jessie, Marrie, and Winona! Did that make him some kind of womanizer? Any random rich kid had been with more women than he had! How did he end up with a reputation as a fan-service fiend? He felt like his carefully crafted image was about to crumble. And when he eventually ascended to the Divine Realm, if someone dug up this dark past, would he be remembered as the "Master Sage of Womanizer" alongside the title of "Master Sage of Mooching"? That would completely tarnish his reputation. Steven shuddered at the prospect of such a grim future. It was all Jillian's fault, screaming in the streets about wanting to bear his children. He needed to teach her a lesson in knowing her place.