History at the Library
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Fly the Wings of a Butterfly Called Jealousy

It’s finally done. Vivian wrote “Fin” at the right end of the last line of the manuscript with trembling hands. Then she smiled brightly, showing her white teeth as she appreciated the three letters.

Oh, my god.

At the thought of finishing the work perfectly, she hurled a quill pen in her hand on the floor and shouted hurray. There was no need to amend it. There’s never been a work that she’s worked so hard on that she even sacrificed her body.

It was perfect from the front to the back.

It’s all about herself, pure and simple. Yes, a work of soul!

The thrill ran down her spine. She shrank and shivered for a moment, then began to roll, tossing herself onto the bed.

“Wahaha!”

She rolled around on a neatly arranged sheet, smiling like a hero who had defeated the enemy, and suddenly stopped. Suddenly a great deal of futility and deprivation began to come.

“Completed just like this…”

Somehow, when she felt empty inside, her laughter gradually subsided, and it stopped completely. She quickly hardened her face and buried her face in both hands.

Maybe it’s because she put too much love into it. The plaintiffs, who had been working so far, headed to the publishing company as soon as they completed the work. And all she needed to do was to throw it at Thatcher, and learn the word freedom.

She used to play around or start working on her next work right away.

In short, it meant that once she was finished, she would never look back.

For her, fiction is the pain of creation, and completion is the release of daily restraint.

But this time it was very different. Maybe it’s because she had attracted a lot of people around me, rather than her own work.

Aiden watched her act from beginning to end and slowly opened his mouth.

“Are you sad?”

“You’re reading my mind…?”

“I don’t have to do that.”

“I have a good feeling.”

“If you look at yourself now, anyone will know.”

He sat on the bed where Vivian was lying and tilted his head at an angle. His hair, a little longer than when they first met, flowed gently along his firm jawline.

She clenched her teeth because the light blue gaze she looked down on her somehow became unbearable.

It was true that no matter what, it was regrettable. Now she really won’t see him forever. Even if they happened to bump into each other, they would then have a distant wall of status between the maid and the Grand Duke.

Maybe if she left like this, she’ll get something similar to a sergeant’s disease and she’ll be in trouble for a while.

But Aiden looked strangely pleased. Rarely, the eyes and mouth that draw the line beautifully were like that. Why did his attitude suddenly change after he crumpled his face even when she took out the ‘fin’ of the final sentence?

“Why, why do you think so?”

“Because you’re cute.”

“Did you eat something wrong?”

“It’s absolutely normal.”

Suddenly, her whole body tickled and she was so ashamed that she wanted to punch the bed.

“Uhh……”

A strange groan, she felt her face slowly rising and quickly buried on her pillow.

She didn’t hesitate to show her face, and her skin heated with excitement, with her legs wide open. Strangely enough, she didn’t want her ears to turn red at the word cute.

“No, why did you suddenly flirt…”

She stopped talking, and spoke in a murmur again.

“I don’t think I’m immune to that at all.”

“It looks like it.”

Aiden burst out laughing at Vivien, who was hiding her face. She raised her head and stared at him with a mean smile, but was soon forced to bury her face in the pillow again.

He was originally fatally handsome, but he looked especially handsome today. Why does he look so cool even with medium-grown hair?

The habit of tilting one’s head or lowering one’s eyes languidly. It’s clear with accurate pronunciation, but it’s a gentle way of speaking, elegant movements, and even fine movements of fingertips.

Everything he achieved made it hard to make eye contact with his heart.

When did I fall for this?

Vivian had a look of dismay as she was in trouble. As expected, the problem was that she hesitated because of lingering feelings. If she had obtained the knowledge, she should have finished the novel as soon as possible and left.

However, the only time she felt regret was when she knew it was hard to undo.

How the hell does one replace this kind of love? Should she meet a more handsome man? A more handsome guy?

Yes, a more handsome man.

He was more handsome, sweet, cool, and charming all over his body. Vivian began to mutter madly, as she hid her trembling gaze under her eyelids.

All she could think was that she should get out of this mansion as soon as possible and live her daily life diligently.

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