History at the Library

Chapter 91

How the hell am I different from Cardel?

A man’s mind cannot be written into her head like a novel. Vivian fluttered her eyelashes mournfully and slowly opened her lips.

“Anyway… No matter how naïve I look, I don’t just meet any random guy.”

“……”

“I think we need to define our relationship in order for me to maintain a good relationship with the Grand Duke. It’s definitely not normal.”

“Is that how Vivian feels at ease?”

“You can say that.”

Pulling her emotions together, she replied sternly.

“If you’re going to rule out emotions anyway, I don’t think you need to use the term lover. If we were to name our relationship, we’d be sex partners.”

“Ha.”  For a moment Aiden burst into laughter. It’s a sex partner offer, saying she doesn’t just meet any guy without reason.

When he laughed, Vivian paused for a moment. It was because Aiden’s face was distorted as if he didn’t like it very much.

A slightly faster heartbeat held expectations. Like a flashy, flickering last hope, she wonder if he’s attracted to something other than the fact that she’s a writer of erotic novels.

The precarious hope slowly grew in size. Even if it’s a very subtle difference, she thinks she has really come to like it. She thinks there is a possibility of developing into a lover’s emotion someday.

How many times does she have to reflect on the fact that her opponent is the Grand Duke of Black? Though she felt like a fool without the ability to learn, Vivian asked him in a cautious tone.

“You told me before that we’d end the relationship as soon as I finished the novel. Is it still valid?”

Vivian’s novel was generally one-volume, so it was more of a mid-length novel than a full-length novel, and there was probably not much time left until the novel was completed.

“It’s a month at the longest.”

That meant there was not much time left before we parted. Aiden could not see why she bothered to mention it and confirm it.

Aiden had too much faith in himself. Who knew that there would be someone who he cared for more than everything that surrounded him? Reason was saying it didn’t matter if he let her go like this, but he was very reluctant.

“Are you regretting…?”

Aiden tried to shake off the unpleasant feelings that turned him inside out, but the more he did, the more his insides burned black.

Sex Partners.

Can their relationship be defined more accurately than this? He chewed on the word while rolling it on his tongue silently.

Why does she constantly remind him that the contract is almost over? In the first place, who was the one who approached him arbitrarily? Who confessed that they wanted to be lovers?

Meanwhile, it was Vivian’s words that filled his head.

You said you couldn’t love me. Me too.

She said he didn’t have it. Don’t say she wants to leave right now.

Aiden forgot about the situation and became emotional. Vivian was even trying to get rid of the excuse to tie her to his side in the name of a lover.

He looked at her expression with a stiff look on his face.

There was a feeling of hope. As if he wanted to let himself go. If he said he had any feelings for her, she would run away.

“Sex partner?”  Aiden asked again. Vivian, who smelled his corny madness, instinctively stiffened. Unlike his black eyes, he was smiling gently.

He had no intention of releasing Vivian’s body or mind. But if she wanted to run away from him like this, he could pretend to let her go on purpose. Of course, after making it unforgettable forever.

If it’s impossible, even if it’s completely destroyed so that you can’t turn your eyes on anyone.

Aiden belatedly realized that he was quite shocked. To be honest, he was suspicious of whether he was thinking properly. Is he being rational? No, he didn’t think so.

Why?

He didn’t know, he slowly flapped his lips with a stiff face.

“It’s valid, until you write the best novel I’d ever acknowledged, I’m sure I said so.”

In a terribly low voice, he stretched his words as slowly as he chewed them out.

“…so Vivian is convinced that her novel is perfect?”

His pronunciation was as perfect as ever and his tone was polite and gentlemanly. Vivian thought his languid ringing words sounded heavy and cruel.

Cruel. Sometimes she felt uncomfortable because he was the Grand Duke of Black, but she has never felt danger so vividly.

She stopped breathing at the chills and went completely white. In an instant, the cold sweat on her forehead began to flow through her side face.

Why, all of a sudden. Vivian was stunned when her body stiffened and did not move.