History at the Library - Chapter 106
It was a successful novel. Thatcher was able to put everything on the line. He could recognize it even by skimming through it. That sincerity, time, and effort are very different from the original manuscript.
“Wow, how could it be so different? Did you get a sign from God?”
The speed of improvement was as fast as eggs hatched in a day, to skipping chicks and becoming chickens.
“You’ve never experienced it before because of your vow of chastity, but you’ve done it so far.”
Vivian glanced at Aiden, briefly glancing stiffly at the mumbling of Thatcher’s astonishment and admiration. Come to think of it, Thatcher still broke the vow of purity. It belatedly occurred to her that he did not talk about it separately.
Aiden recognized the fact and remained silent. Vivian was rather nervous that he didn’t ask anything.
“Wow, this is why I like you so much. You teach one thing, you know ten. With a little advice, it’s always more than you can imagine. You’re a genius. You’re born with it. It’s perfect, it’s the best.”
Does he want her to build a building? Thatcher, a monster created by capitalism in this era, was excited enough to hug Vivian and give her kisses.
Suddenly, as he looked at her lovingly and praised her, Vivian twitched the corners of her mouth, coughing unpleasant and disgusting. She came all the way here because she was angry at the remark that he didn’t like it at all, but she was flattered when he praised it because it was the best. The efforts so far seemed to be rewarded.
Of course, if she had written it by herself, she wouldn’t have been able to complete such a perfect erotic novel.
But if he’s so sure and said it, she’s satisfied with this work. She had a wry smile because she knew that the perfection of the novel meant goodbye to Aiden. If the president of the industry’s best publishing company had an eye, he could not help but believe it.
“The title is .”
“I think all of your literary talents have missed your naming sense.”
“How about ?”
“Except for the title, it’s the greatest masterpiece.”
Then Aiden, who had been silent until now, suddenly opened his mouth with a heavy voice.
“The greatest masterpiece… ..you think Perdi is capable of that, don’t you?”
“What? What are you interfering with when she’s not your girlfriend?”
The sudden attack immediately hit back, snapping over the manuscript. Then, the red lips exposed under his hood slowly began to draw arcs as if it were interesting. It was like a tiger’s tail bitten by a mouse, a low cry with ridicule.
That’s all she could see, but Vivian had no choice but to grin and swallow in vain. She had to plug Thatcher’s damn mouth right now.
No, I don’t know why such a good-looking, moody guy is acting so tactless today.
She was caught in the middle for nothing and shouted quickly.
“Hey! Don’t talk like that. No, no, Ray helped me a lot!”
They don’t even have a relationship. He said, scanning the black hooded man up and down.
“I don’t know how much he’s helped you with your purity.”
Thatcher recalls in her novel that the male protagonist was described as the best man in the world. If all the advice of the affair comes from that man’s mouth…
“You know how to show off.”
Upon hearing that, Vivian could not help but worry that her publisher boss would be truly murdered.
“No, it’s not what you think it is….. but he’s also well versed in literature.”
Thatcher, who had a small exclamation, looked back at the black hooded man with the look of seeing him again.
What an amazing person he is. Instead of culture?
At a time when he was full of sarcasm again, Aiden slowly took off his hoodie. Then a great handsome man appeared as if he had seen it somewhere. With a smile full of ferocity around his mouth.
Even though Thatcher’s aesthetic is not full of beauty, he was ‘handsome’ enough. It hurt his pride, but it was incomparable to the handsome blonde he had seen through the mirror.
Adding to that daunting appearance to live, it created the illusion that the king of the underworld was in front of him. If the word ‘evil’ was made into a human being, it would be that situation.
Oh, he touched the wrong one.
Thatcher, who has yet to grasp the situation, realized it by instinct.
“Where did I see that face?”
He gulped and quickly rolled his brain. The less nervous gaze wandered black as if it had been inherited by the devil.
Then, when Aiden’s eyes met his, Thatcher planted his back close to the back of the sofa. Oh my god!
“H, h, the Grand Duke of Black?”
Crazy! It’s the Black Prince! Empire Nightmare!
Thatcher quickly folded his fingers and curled up like a beleaguered herbivore.
Vivian, are you out of your mind?