History at the Library

Chapter 55

“Your Highness……. No, Ray. Please speak comfortably.”

“I’ll fix it naturally when the time comes. For now, this seems comfortable.”

“Well, if you say so…….”

Vivian drew out the end of her words and hurriedly turned around to wipe her face. She straightened her clothes that had gotten wrinkled while she slept and followed after him to board the carriage.

Because it was her first date, she wanted to try her best.

“Where are we going right now?”

“To my estate.”

“Excuse me? To your Highness’s Estate?”

“It’s not fancy, but it’s a very tidy and neat place.”

He responded as he entered the carriage and pulled off his hood.

He asked politely if she was prone to motion sickness, then covered her legs with his hood because the length of her dress was a bit short. Normally, she would have been awed by his sweet and simple manners, but this time she put the generosity past her and fell into deep thought.

The Grand Duke’s Estate. Within a moment’s notice, inside of Vivian’s head, which had long been trained only on the theory of the relationship between men and women, a myriad of dirty thoughts skipped about.

Isn’t it a little early to bring a lover to their estate as soon as they declared their status as lovers?

‘Though, I like it.’

Vivian blushed slightly and cleared her throat. Despite the time he’d avoided her kiss blatantly as though it was a nuisance, it seemed like he didn’t not like her considering how he was inviting her directly to his estate.

Even though this was an impure relationship, if it was impure in that sense she was willing to accept it even more wholeheartedly.

Could it be that this was now the time to consider their sexual compatibility?

It was just as the wings of her damned imaginations spread to take to the air.

She was suddenly struck with fear.

‘Wait, am I allowed to be this undefended when I’m heading towards the Black Grand Duke’s estate? I don’t even know for certain what kind of terrible things he’ll do to me at the estate.’

In the first place, Vivian, who’d requested to start a relationship with the Black Grand Duke and even walk into his territory with her own feet, wasn’t in her right mind. To think the person who had been ruined because they couldn’t control their lust would be me.

‘Well, to be honest, if they were baseless rumors, the throne wouldn’t have been stolen from him. There’s definitely something.’

He might truly be a bad person. The truth Vivian had avoided surfaced and her face was filled with nervousness for a moment before she waved her hand as if to chase away her distracting thoughts. As she did so, Aidan, who had been reading his book, glanced up at her. He looked at her as if in question of her actions.

“It’s nothing.”

She coughed slightly in embarrassment as she responded.

Vivian was the type of person to trust her instincts more than the rumors. She was certain. She was certain that Aidan was a bibliophile like herself.

Most people wouldn’t be willing to give up their body in a lovers’ contract in order to produce a better literary masterpiece. No, they never went that far in the first place because they didn’t overflow with the passionate desire that their favorite author would become the first and the best of a genre.

After careful observation, she could conclude that Aidan was an overall lethargic and disinterested person to all except books. There was no doubt because during the period he had visited the library every day, he didn’t spare even a drop of interest in anyone or anything except books.

Unlike his sweet appearance, there was like a cat-like, strongly-opinionated corner of him. He wasn’t the kind of person to actively bother himself with a nuisance and commit an ill act.

Seeing how Vivian remained silent and deep in thought, Aidan closed his book and asked.

“Is there a place you’d like to go instead?”

“Hm, well…….”

She realized that he was giving her as much interest as possible and looked away. There was no way she could be honest and say she had suddenly grown suspicious of him. After giving it much consideration, she recalled the conversation she had shared with Thatcher and clumsily started to answer.