History at the Library
History at the Library - Chapter 159

Always a Happy Ending (6)

The heroine noticed roughly from the novelist. No matter how you look at it, it’s about the Grand Duke of Black and Vivian herself.

Although the male protagonist is different in that he was not a great actor but a talented musician, he was perfectly the same in that he is notorious. He was falsely accused and persecuted, and lived a life cut off from the world by drinking in the corner of his house, when he accidentally meets the heroine. The female protagonist also meets the male protagonist, who was troubled because she couldn’t think of the subject of the writing.

At first, she approaches the subject matter of the novel after seeing his broken spirit and his evil spirit, but the deeper she learns his secrets, the more she loves him, the more he pulls her to the soul.

It makes one want to hug. As a result, the male protagonist is born again after being completely saved by healing his devastated heart and knowing love thanks to her. It was a story about a successful relationship and a successful musician.

It seemed clear that something similar was affected to the two people in reality.

In fact, it was something that didn’t matter. It’s common for writers to be influenced by people around them. In addition, the contents were not so unusual as to be thought to have never been heard or seen. Healing a feisty, violent, but hurtful man was a likely subject anywhere, so it would be hard to notice unless you were as quick-witted as Thatcher.

But isn’t it too much for the Black Grand to be so glorified, Vivian, Thatcher murmured inside.

It is obvious that Aiden was a villain. It’s not like a villain with a story. It’s a complete evil. A man who has steadily built up notoriety since he was young, proving that the rumors were true!

Well, let’s put that aside…

The problem is that the part where men and women share affairs was detailed as if they had experienced it. He felt that from the beginning, but this one was more blatant. He coughed in vain, feeling as if he were peeping at Vivian and Aiden’s affair. He’s sure it’ll be a hot topic.

“Well, the characters seem to be common and unique, but the male protagonist’s use of honorifics and informal language is especially stimulating for women. His energy is so great that I wonder if he’s human…”

Thatcher, who murmured to that point, chose to just shut up. For some reason, he couldn’t shake off the strange feeling of praising the man in front of him even when he praised the male lead. He asked, ‘Is this really what the Grand Duke is like?’ to the tip of his neck, but he swallowed it.

Aiden snorted back at him.

“I’ve read it all. It doesn’t really matter. Let’s just fix a few sentences and publish them as they are.”

But he’ll ask her to fix the title no matter what. Isn’t it crazy to hear that it’s fate from the sky? This was a terrible title that even readers waiting for her new book would freak out and avoid.

“Why does the writer’s naming sense get worse day by day rather than better?”

Mumbling inside, he soon raised his head with a bright smile and hardened his mouth again. There was only Aiden in the office who came to deliver the manuscript on her behalf instead of Vivian. If she were there, she would have praised her mouth out, but without it, Thatcher had no choice but to scratch his head in awkwardness.

“Well, by the way, what happened to our Vivian…”

“Our?”

“…I’m sorry. It sticks to my mouth without realizing it.”

He thought he made a mistake. Unlike the last time when he launched ‘our’ simply to provoke, this time was not really intended.

They’ve been together since they were so young that they acted like parents who were worried about asking, ‘Is there something wrong with my child?’

As Thatcher slapped himself in the mouth and apologized, Aiden smiled generously.

“Oh, well, if you don’t want to keep your mouth shut for the rest of your life, you better quit.”

“Gasp.”

Unlike his facial expression, he was not generous at all, so he had to take care of himself.

“What’s keeping her from coming?”

“He couldn’t get up. I was told that I had to hand over the manuscript no matter what.”

“Is she sick?”

“It must have been too much until morning.”

“Well, he, I see.”

Thatcher’s eyes were shaken around by the meaningful remarks. He understood it immediately because it was in the book.

Crazy, was the novel true?

No, that can’t be true. Of course it would be an exaggeration. If the novel is real, isn’t he a monster, not a human being? He didn’t think animals can do that.

“Thatcher.”

“Gasp!”

When Aiden called his name in a low voice, Thatcher barely answered with a startling sound.

“Yes, yes?”

It was a dumb answer that he didn’t know if it was a scream or not. He was astonished to the point that the Black Master had spoken his name.

Of course, it’s a name to call, but twice was a fear he didn’t want to experience. ‘Hey’ and ‘You’ were better.

“You told Vivian that you were the most rapacious man in the Empire.”

“That, that.”

“I hope you stop spreading false rumors.”

“……”

Thatcher was a little emotional because he was upset. How can he beat a monster who does it nightly and all morning?