History at the Library

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

“Ha.”

Julian burst into hysterical laughter as soon as he saw Cardel visiting the palace. Nothing came out but a smirk of laughter because it was amazing.

A face messed up with sweat and tears, hair stuck to the jawline, red-blushed eyes and cheeks, crumpled skirt, and shaky legs. As she walked by, it was a mess, reaching its zenith over and over again.

He always does that even though he wants to be nice.

It was successful if it was intended to attract attention. The moment he saw Cardel’s horrors, he was so angry that he thought he was gonna blow his brains out.

In early May, aristocrats from all over the country flocked to the capital in time for the social season. From the high-ranking to the low-ranking. Even if one is a hereditary aristocrat with a title, they will somehow struggle to be invited to this place by connecting the connections of the connections.

There were many eyes to see. Hyenas that always show their teeth to bite.

Julian took off his coat and put it on Cardel’s shoulder without delay. And as soon as she lifted her head in surprise, he dragged her by the wrist and headed for a deserted corner.

“Your Majesty!”

When the emperor’s unexpected behavior surprised the men, he bid them with his hands and pushed Cardel into the empty room. And shut the door with a bang.

“You’re walking around like that. And yet you’re not a concubine?”

She was so scared of Julian, she shrugged her shoulders and shook.

While looking at the trembling Cardel, he sighed and nervously swept his head. He somehow tried to keep his temper and talk rationally but couldn’t swallow the murmur of his breath.

“What the hell do you want to do? If you want anything from Us, tell Us clearly.” {TN- the emperor is talking with the Royal Us.}

The emperor’s short patience quickly ran out. He strode before her in a threatening voice and peremptory manner.

Cardel stepped back as close to the wall as he approached. However, she was slowly reaching her limits. She stumbled, breathing out in the field. Her knees twisted and her body swung greatly.

“What, why are you suddenly… drunk?”

Julian wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, helping Cardel stumble and collapse. It was not until he held her in his arms that he belatedly realized that her whole body was as hot as a fever.

Is she really sick?

If so, he would have jumped out of his way and pushed the sick person to the ground.

Julian looked at the Cardel with a look of dismay. But it couldn’t have been mistaken for being sick. He’s seen her groan underneath him so many times.

He gently swept her red cheeks with his fingers. Then Cardel gave a green, wet look on his face. As soon as she rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand, Julian’s heart seemed to plummet to the floor.

He felt a shock. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the moist green eyes.

“You…”

Julian stared at the Cardel with a flushed face, slowly bending over and overlapping his lips. Somehow he felt unbearable.

The kiss, which began as smoothly as a bird pecking, grew deeper and deeper. He held her tightly and was persistent in his mouth. Cardel, who was so sensitive that it would not be strange to faint right away, shed tears and groaned.

“Huh, uh, hhhhhhhhm.”

Julian patted his lips to the back as if he were imploringly. He slurred his lips with his tongue, and soon took a low breath and nibbled her throat. Cardel’s tears patted down her cheeks and ran down his sharp jawline.

“Ah, ah, please stop… ha ha!”

The s*x toy grazed the sensitive area again. She bent her head, clutching at the emperor’s hem. The cool chill was on the tip of her feet and her waist trembled.

Something was out of the ordinary. Only then did Julian look puzzled when he noticed that Cardel was unusually excited. Because she wasn’t sensitive enough to climax with kissing and biting.

“Did the Duke do anything to you?”

The longer he thought, the more frightening his expression became.

“Don’t tell me you’re forced to take medicine…”

In the Empire, the use and distribution of drugs, if not the purpose of treatment, were strictly illegal. When Julian asked he immediately thought about putting Duke Bron in a cell, Cardel shook her head desperately.

“Heh, uh… I’ll be fine with a little rest.”

“Be honest with me before I go crazy.”

He answered with a gulp of anger and suddenly narrowed his eyes. The longer the silence, the clearer the sound of whining and gnawing nerves from Cardel. He was late to notice because of her harsh breathing and his hectic heart.