History at the Library

Chapter 111

Chapter 111

“You were the one who brought this in the first place.”

Cardel didn’t even try to look at him and shed tears like chicken droppings. She cried like she was out of breath. She knew it was useless, but she didn’t stop struggling.

She was threatened to hold hands with Duke Bron and annihilate the emperor, but she was never forced to. But she was as scared as she was being frightened. She was unbearably angry, but at the same time felt pitiful.

Julian reached for her red-hot neck because of her exceptionally transparent skin. He wanted to twist her neck and kill her, but he let go before he could give it strength. It was a bother to him to kill. The reason why he felt uncomfortable in the first place was that he kept paying attention to her.

What the hell is this?

“…just go back and rest.”

Julian spat out abusive language and threw away the s*x toy he was holding in his hand. The stuff that was wet and vibrating loudly was shattered in an instant and rolled on the floor.

Cardel paused crying and shrugged her shoulders in surprise at his violent behavior. Then the complexion began to turn to contemplation. When she was freed from the organization, her mind slowly returned. When she realized that she had lowered her words and kicked the emperor, she began to tremble like a leaf out of fear.

“Ugh, hey!”

It looked like Julian was getting emotional and soaring inside again.

Why does it bother him when she shows that face? And that ugly mouth that can only say no, can’t do anything even though it’s annoying to death.

He hesitated at the thought that if he was going to hurt her like this, he would rather kill her, but then he would never see her again. He wanted to torture her as much as he had suffered, but when she suddenly burst out crying like that, he didn’t think anything like an idiot.

He just went blank. Like an idiot. He roughly let go of her hand and jumped up from his seat and swept her hair up. Miscellaneous emotions were mixed up here and there, flowing down without eyes, expressions, or actions.

He was very confused and at a loss, but he couldn’t see it in Cardel’s frightened eyes. She just quickly pulled the duvet off the bed, hurriedly picked up her clothes.

Cardel’s mind is somewhere else even if he mixes his body every time. Sometimes when she called Duke Bron’s name during sex, his stomach seeths like lava.

Why isn’t she taking care of his package? If he cut off her arms and legs and locked her in the cage, then he can look at her later.

He wanted to kill her a million times. Even so, in the contradictory feeling of wanting to save her life, he burned black.

Julian looked down at her with a cold, stiff look. For the emperor, who had always been able to get what he wanted easily, Cardel was a very heterogeneous being, no matter how hard she tried. Confusing emotions even sparked a desire to destroy her even if he were destroyed.

A little, grimly subdued, gaze reached her hand, packing her things.

“What’s that?”

Julian asked, pointing his chin at a book decorated with a very luxurious leather cover. It was a book that Cardel held tightly in her arms from the beginning. He only briefly wondered what kind of book it was and how it was taken care of so fondly.

Cardel, who was sobbing at the time, strained her whole body and hugged the book closely. It seemed as if she was trying to protect precious things from robbers.

It was a natural procedure for the tendon to rise on his forehead, which was uncomfortable. Now he’s denied a simple question.

“Come on, now.”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Do you want Us to hold you responsible for kicking Us?”

Julian was annoyed by all her refusal to do so. Whether it was a book that was really nothing or a book that was precious to the world, it was the law of the empire that it should be given when the emperor asked for it.

He was the law. The only woman who dared to vomit on the emperor’s words would be this crazy woman, even if he were to go through the entire empire. He thought mercilessly of his brows.

Seeing you turn white like that, the damn Duke of Bronn gave it to her, isn’t that right?

Forcing a book from Cardel was as easy as stealing a baby’s bottle.