Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1565: Comfort and Carbs

Chapter 1565: Comfort and Carbs

Villain Ch 1565. Comfort and Carbs

Jane huffed. “It was Larissa’s class. That does make it worth it.”

Allen raised a brow. “You scared of her or sothing?”

Jane clutched the napkin to her chest. “I respect her.”

Gerry leaned in. “Well, she’s gonna kill you.”

“Probably,” Jane whispered dramatically. “She’s gonna see and drop a dumbbell on my soul.”

“Believe . She won’t do that,” Allen said with a roll of his eyes. “Second of all—since you’re already here, how about breakfast?”

Jane’s head whipped toward him like a puppy that just heard the word walk. “Wait, seriously?”

He gestured toward the counter. “Yeah. Go order whatever you want. It’s on .”

Jane blinked. “Are you… offering comfort and carbs?”

Allen gave her a flat look. “I’m offering food before you turn full feral and start gnawing on Gerry’s arm.”

“I support this plan,” Gerry added quickly, scooting his elbow away from her proximity.

Jane’s eyes lit up. “I want a spinach and egg wrap and that cinnamon protein muffin and also a giant oat milk mocha with extra whipped cream and a shot of espresso.”

Allen raised an eyebrow. “That’s a war cri, not a breakfast.”

She clutched his arm again dramatically. “You are the greatest boyfriend slash emotional support warlord in existence.”

He nudged her off gently. “Go order. Before you add a smoothie and a side of existential crisis to that list.”

Jane grinned and bounced toward the counter, already rattling off her chaotic order to the weary-looking barista.

Allen leaned back in the booth with a sigh. Gerry just shook his head, chuckling.

“She’s gonna tell everyone about the fanfic, isn’t she?”

Allen stared up at the ceiling. “God help , she’s probably gonna read it aloud next.” He shook his head, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth. “At this point, I should start charging rent for every fictional role I’ve been shoved into.”

A second later, Jane returned from the counter like she had just won a ga show. Bag in one hand, a drink the size of her head in the other. Her cheeks were already puffed up like she’d had a bite on the way back.

“I told her you were the one paying,” Jane announced proudly, sliding back into the booth beside Allen with all the grace of a chaos goblin returning to her lair.

Allen nodded without looking up. “Figured. I heard the total.”

Jane grinned as she unwrapped her spinach and egg-white guilt-wrap. “Relax, it’s a balanced breakfast. Protein, greens, caffeine, emotional damage.”

“Mostly damage,” Allen muttered.

“Hey, I’m trying to heal.”

Gerry laughed, shaking his head. “Man, you really had a busy morning. First you kiss Larissa in a hallway, now you get to deal with the thunderstorm princess aftermath.”

Jane froze mid-sip. “Wait—wait. You kissed Larissa?”

Allen glanced at her, deadpan. “Yeah. Why are you surprised?”

“Well… I’m not surprised if it was in her apartnt,” Jane said, raising her brows dramatically, “but in the gym? That’s different. Like—what the hell? You’re into public play now?”

Gerry leaned back with the smuggest sip of his oat milk coffee yet. “I told you. My man was glowing. That ‘just got kissed like a sinner in a temple’ energy.”

Allen exhaled through his nose. “It was just a bit of an… ergency.”

Gerry raised both eyebrows. “An ergency? Bro. You grabbed and pulled her.”

Jane leaned in, elbows on the table, face all mock-serious. “Define ergency.”

Gerry chuckled. “He was too relaxed. Too smiley. Like, he had this whole golden retriever aura going on. She even called him a cutie.”

Jane didn’t say a word and narrowed her eyes. Squinted at him. Not in the usual playful way. No, this was the other Jane. The one that ca out like a solar eclipse—rare, unsettling, and annoyingly accurate.

Her head tilted. Just a little. Then she blinked, slow and deliberate.

And smiled. Not wide. Not smug. Sothing quieter. Sothing that made Allen’s chest go tight.

“You…” she said softly. “You look relieved.”

He stopped chewing.

Jane didn’t blink this ti. Just kept watching him. “Like… sothing good just happened to you. Sothing heavy got taken off your chest. You feel… safe. I guess that’s why.”

And just like that, his heartbeat faltered.

She nailed it.

No build-up. No poking. No joking until he slipped. Just cutting through like she saw straight under his skin. It was always like that with Jane. The absurdity was a defense, sure—but beneath it? She was sharper than half the people Allen had gone to war against. Sharper than he liked to admit.

Allen didn’t say a thing for a long mont.

Because what could he say? That yeah, he did feel safe for the first ti in a while?

Instead, he just looked down at the table, fingers lightly tapping the edge of his coffee cup.

That’s when Gerry, who had been happily chewing like none of this existential therapy session was happening, paused.

He looked at Allen. Then Jane. Then Allen again.

“…Okay,” he muttered. “What the hell was that?”

Jane leaned back casually, sipping her ridiculous drink. “What?”

“You flipped,” Gerry said, eyes wide. “You just flipped. One second you’re sobbing about fanfiction and now you’re channeling your inner oracle? How did we go from ‘tie--up fantasy Allen’ to ’emotional sniper Jane’ in five minutes?”

Jane grinned. “Multifaceted character developnt. Keep up.”

Gerry pointed at her with his sandwich. “You’re terrifying.”

“Thank you.”

Allen finally looked up. Not smiling, but… softer.

“Sothing did happen,” he said, voice lower now. “With my dad.”

That silenced both of them for a second.

Jane’s playful posture stilled again. Gerry straightened, sandwich hovering mid-air.

Allen kept talking.

“It wasn’t planned,” Allen said quietly, fingers brushing the rim of his cup. “He called to his room. Said so things. Good things.”

Jane tilted her head. “Was it connected to your old family?”

Bull’s-eye.

Allen nodded once. Slow.

Jane leaned forward, chin resting on her hands. Her voice softened. “You don’t need to explain more. I think I know what it’s about. You deserve that.”