Villain Ch 280. Will That Violate Your Writing Contract?

“Huh?” Confusion etched across Allen’s face as he read LunaAmber’s reply. A furrow formed on his brow, and he couldn’t help but frown. As an author, he had always maintained a level of anonymity, never revealing his true location, appearance, or even his real name. He went by the pen name NotAGod, using the story MC’s picture as his profile picture. He had deliberately chosen to keep his personal details private, aiming to maintain a sense of mystery and separation between his real life and his online persona.

Intrigued by LunaAmber’s unexpected offer, Allen clicked on her profile picture, hoping to gather some clues about her identity. As he expected, he found nothing. Her profile simply stated that she was female, with a cute cat as her picture. There were no additional details or hints about her true identity. LunaAmber had been a loyal reader since Allen’s humble beginnings as a writer, always showing concern and asking about his well-being whenever he seemed off. She was a rare gem among his readers, who eagerly awaited each chapter he released, especially the R-18 one.

Willy_Tex: Whoa, hold up! Did you actually share your location with her?

NotAGod: No way! I never disclosed my address to her or anyone else. It was probably just a joke.

Pedro: Hey, if she’s serious about coming over, you need to be careful. You can’t be too cautious these days.

ThisYoungMasterJoseLooksGood: Wait a minute, is a love relationship between reader and author legal? Will that violate your writing contract?

NotAGod: Nah, there’s nothing in my contract about that. They didn’t include a clause for arranging my love life. *Laughing emoji*

Pedro: Alright, @LunaAmber, you better tell us you’re just messing around with him.

But to their surprise, there was no response from her.

NotAGod: Let’s not jump to conclusions, guys. Maybe she was just kidding around. Besides, she can’t just waltz into my apartment without access. The security here checks all incoming guests.

ThisYoungMasterJoseLooksGood: This young master demands you to take care of yourself, young man.

NotAGod: Thanks for the concern, I appreciate it. I promise I’ll be careful and take care of myself. Gonna grab some breakfast now and then crash into bed. Catch you guys later!

Allen closed his laptop with a sigh of relief, finally deciding to take a break from the intense writing session. He stood up, stretching his tired muscles and intending to make his way to the kitchen for some much-needed sustenance. However, just as he was about to take a step, his phone began to ring, causing him to freeze in his tracks. ．

His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of anticipation washed over him. He quickly glanced at the caller ID, and a wave of relief flooded through him. It was Jane. The tension that had gripped him moments ago dissipated, replaced by a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. What could Jane possibly want at this hour?

With a mix of eagerness and apprehension, he answered the call.

“Hello,” he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

“I’m in your apartment’s lobby right now. The security won’t let me in without your permission. Could you come down and pick me up?” Jane’s voice sounded slightly breathless as if she had rushed to reach his apartment.

Allen’s confusion deepened, and he couldn’t help but furrow his brow in disbelief. “Wait… Are you LunaAmber?” he ventured, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and suspicion. The realization struck him suddenly, as he recalled LunaAmber’s fondness for indulging in steamy stories—a trait that he had noticed Jane shared as well.

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line before Jane’s voice broke through once again. “Yes! I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. Can you please come down and meet me in the lobby?” Her tone held a mix of urgency and sincerity.

That was enough to solve all the puzzles.

“Okay,” he said before he hung up.

Allen quickly retrieved his apartment’s access card from his drawer and made his way out of his apartment. Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Allen’s mind raced with thoughts.

As the elevator doors opened, revealing the bustling lobby, Allen’s eyes immediately scanned the area. And there she was, Jane, standing near the entrance. His heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, a spark of recognition passing between them. Jane appeared tidier than usual, her clothes neatly pressed, and her hair falling gracefully around her shoulders. It was evident that she had taken care of her appearance as if she had just come from somewhere important.

In Jane’s hand, Allen noticed a grocery bag.

“How did you manage to get here so quickly?” Allen asked, his voice laced with astonishment. The realization that Jane had arrived at his apartment building in such a short span of time left him genuinely surprised.

Jane gave him a smile. “I just met up with my boss nearby,” she explained.

Allen’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Seriously? At this hour?” he exclaimed, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had brought Jane to his doorstep.

“Yah. He’s a total weirdo, but luckily the meeting only lasted fifteen minutes. I decided to buy some stuff before I came back and then I read your comments,” she explained with a cringe.

“I see…” he muttered.

A sheepish smile played on Jane’s lips as she nodded. “Uh, I know, it was a bit spontaneous. But can I come in? I wanted to return the favor after you escorted me to my apartment.”

Allen sighed, a mixture of surprise and amusement filling his thoughts. He couldn’t help but admire Jane’s spontaneity and determination.

“Alright,” he finally relented, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Come on in.” He never thought it would turn out this way.

With a sense of excitement and anticipation, Allen gestured for Jane to follow him. As they entered the building and made their way up to his apartment.