History at the Library Chapter 51

He reflexively responded to the kiss before he pressed Vivian's cheeks and forcibly pulled his lips away from hers, “What are you doing?”

“Kiss?”

No matter how he had warned her with his eyes, Vivian had started to act rather impulsively just as Aidan acted as he wished. He tilted his head in confusion with a manner unlike his usual attitude and asked as though he was sincerely curious, “Is there anything that you are afraid of?”

“What? No. I'm afraid of things too. It's just that…….”

“That?”

“Lust overpowers fear.”

It was a gaze that seemed as though he didn't expect it to be such an extent that Vivian was forced to awkwardly laugh and add, “Including my passion for studying.”

His lips pulled upwards without a word and pinched her cheeks.

Yes, I'm finally dating as well!

Vivian who'd arrived at the publishing company that morning burst open the doors of the boss's office. She was ready to boast in front of Thatcher, who had continuously taunted that she had never even grabbed a man's hand before.

Though it seemed closer to a contractual relationship than real lovers, did it matter as long as she could feel what it was like to date?!? It was merely all part of an author's effort to create the best masterpiece possible.

However, before Vivian could part her lips to speak, they pressed together once more. It was because Thatcher, who had become one with the sofa, sat up naked.

Not to mention, there was a golden-haired woman she'd seen for the first time in her life who hung onto his chest like an octopus' tentacles. Had it been anyone else who'd witnessed this scene, they would have frowned in disapproval, walked away, or sneaked glances with a blush, but it was Vivian.

This is part of foreplay before sex…….

She closed the door behind her as quietly as possible as she entered and took out her notebook. The half-asleep Thatcher looked at her with half-opened eyes and said in a rough voice as though he was nearly struck speechless.

“Even though you're my friend, you truly destroy all platonic affection.”

“That's something I should be saying. Can't you separate your work and personal life? How can you drag a woman to your workplace? If you continue doing this, you'll be backstabbed with a knife one day.”

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Seeing how you're saying such crazy things, it seems you haven't woken up yet. Put on some clothes.”

Just then, the woman in his embrace mumbled as though she wanted to put up a small fit. At that, Thatcher looked down at her with a sexy smile and kissed the woman's forehead as he dragged one hand down her back.

Oh my? Vivian was struck so speechless that she started to laugh forcibly inside. It seemed like Vivian, who still stood there with her notebook in hand, was no longer even a blip on their radar. Of course, it was far more comfortable to have them treat her like a non-existent person.

Vivian wrote down the details of the couple's affectionate actions this early morning into her notebook and smiled satisfactorily. Will there be a day she could use this?

There might come a day where she wrote a novel inspired by Thatcher, who not merely two-timed women but dated multiple women at once. Of course, he wouldn't be the male protagonist, but an extra. She carefully wrapped up her notebook and tucked it into its place.

Soon, it was time for work. After Thatcher escorted the lady home, he returned to the publishing company and placed a teacup in front of Vivian. She sipped the perfectly steeped tea as she leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

“It seems like you found the notebook after a couple of days of chaos.”

“Of course.”

Vivian placed both her hands on her hips and said triumphantly. “And I decided to start dating.”

“With you? They must have a rather unique taste in women.”

“Do you want to die? I think I'm a rather outstanding candidate.”

Vivian veered on the pretty side, she knew that herself. It was the one thing she'd heard from her relatives until it grated on her ears. That she looked pretty. That she'd marry well. She'd heard it so often to the point that she'd developed a trauma towards marriage.

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