History at the Library
History at the Library - Chapter 147

Vivian’s event was just lovely. If she were in front of him, he would hug her and kiss her, swallowing her lips, but somehow strangely, he felt like he would never see her smiling face again.

As he entered the darkness along the rose road, he could not help feeling ominous.

At some point, the calm heart began to beat as fast as it could burst. Not just because of excitement and expectation, but because of anxiety. Somehow he thought Vivian might have figured it all out. He felt a sixth sense that had saved him countless times from the crisis.

And the sixth sense turned into conviction.

The walk stopped before he knew it. The petals were pointing exactly in front of the study.

Study, Ha.

At the moment, Aiden recalled the existence of a key hidden here and grabbed the door knob as if to tear it off.

He should’ve hidden it somewhere else. Even if he told her the truth one day, it should have been through his mouth. It was useless to realize it now belatedly.

Whether she found the key or not, or knew the truth, he had to kneel in front of Vivian and apologize and beg her to let him off.

Having let out a low sigh, he tried to erase his guilty gaze and turned the door knob. Vivian, who was looking nervously over the door that opened softly, smiled broadly when she found Aiden.

However, for a moment, he pretended to be serious as if he had laughed.

“Gasp.”

Aiden almost burst into laughter, forgetting that he was seriously worried about it. Selfishly, he felt fortunate that she wasn’t looking at himself with contempt.

So cute. Why are you so cute?

Aiden ran right away and endured what he wanted to hold breathtakingly. Was it difficult to have both a sorry and a lovely heart? He had to sincerely apologize and reflect on himself, but his lips couldn’t stay still.

And so was Vivian. She had to make an angry face, but when she saw Aiden, her face loosened and she couldn’t control her facial expression.

As expected, it seemed true that a person would become a fool if they liked someone. It was doubtful that not only the heart but also the muscles of the face had become soft.

“I had something to say to Aiden. Surely there was, but there were some angry and some disappointed things, right? If you don’t say what I want right now, I think I’m going to sulk properly.”

Originally, she was going to confess without making any sense, but things have changed now.

Now that she gave him a chance, she meant that depending on what Aiden said, the rose leaf on the floor could be romantic or bloody, so she was anxious.

It was Vivian’s last chance. He also knew the meaning and looked guilty at the thought of letting her step up first.

Vivian put the key in Aiden’s hand. It was the same basement key she found in a fairy tale book.

He couldn’t hide his surprise.

“I didn’t open it.”

“Vivian I’m…”

“In fact, I thought I’d open it because I was disgusted by the fact that I kept asking, but even if I saw it with my own eyes, I was afraid that I would be prejudiced and make my own judgment. I’m going to hear the explanation directly from Aiden.”

She was looking up at him with her arms crossed as if to say something. Aiden didn’t expect this at all, so he just stared down at her with a shaky look. There was an assumption that Vivian might find the key, but there was no assumption that she would not have entered the basement.

Once found, he thought she would open the basement door and enter. There was a reason why traditional fairy tales and myths that violated taboos have been followed countless times. Human beings were originally created like that.

However, Vivian trusted him and waited with great curiosity. If the story of the blue beard in the fairy tale is true, the other person may be a lunatic killer, but he often appeared suspicious, and apparently a suspicious person, but she said she wanted to hear the explanation from himself, even though he was the owner of the underworld more than a lunatic killer.

It was stupid. Aiden was not the kind to trust and protect, but the kind to run away without looking back if it was a waste of his life. That’s what Aiden felt for himself.

But he had no way to hide his overwhelming emotions at this moment. He wanted to cut out his entire being and dedicate it to her because her face was lovely when she said she would give him a chance.

He didn’t think he’s ever been sane since he got involved with Vivian. If Vivian, who knew who he was, was afraid of himself, she’d better let go of everything right now, when it was just all thinking and imagining.

It was enough to make Vivian feel like nothing to the point of keeping and living.

“I thought it was just a fever, but Vivian seems to be my everything.”

He gave her the bouquet of flowers he had been holding with a bitter smile.

“It was meant to be from heaven.”

“Wow, what…! I didn’t mean to confess!”

Vivian screamed, hugging a Mist flower in her arms that looked exactly like the color of her eyes. It was because she heard something cringe-worthy without warning.

She looked angry, but with a red face that didn’t look angry at all, she huffed her lips.

Aiden took away her confession.

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