Chapter 125: Chapter 125

Wind Becomes a Storm (6)

It was because she was the only one who could talk to Julian openly, but Aiden, who didn’t know the circumstances, kept doubting him. It looked like the emperor was chasing the librarian at first sight.

Without that, he would not devote his time to watching politics. It was like that when a person who was not interested in women suddenly asked about a librarian with purple eyes.

In fact, it could have been so far. Assuming Julian recognized Vivian’s identity, that explains everything.

However, the recent rumour that the emperor did not even care about the daughter of the Viscount of Formandy was not explained at all.

If Vivian had asked, she would have replied ‘give Cardel time to pull herself together.’ But Aiden, full of doubts, chose silence and his misunderstanding deepened.

The night came again.

It was a night just before the weekend. Now, at dawn, Vivian had to head to the Grand Duke’s as promised. His mansion had long felt more like a home than a house because she had gotten so used to it, but Vivian was rather weighed down by anxiety and pressure.

Will she be able to hold on? It was a complex feeling that could not be defined. Vivian somehow tickled the tip of her neck and swallowed.

Julian met Vivian that day and began to complain. He was now comfortable with her as if they were friends for ten years.

I think I’m like an emotional dumpster.

Vivian couldn’t resist when the emperor, one of the best, said he wanted to be comforted and relieved. She gave a soulless response, slurping away.

“I think she’s avoiding me these days.”

“Avoiding?”

She looked up while putting a number tag on the new book.

“No, she’s not avoiding Us. I think she doesn’t like Us.”

“It’s understandable. I keep it a secret what happened between us.”

“Be honest, I’m here for advice on unrequited love? Never.”

“Then you will continue to be hated.”

“I don’t like that either.”

What a bitch you are. Vivian’s eyes narrowed.

“How come you seem to be thinking profanely?”

“It’s an illusion.”

When she answered calmly, looking down, Julian pulled the tip of her hair with a face of annoyance. It didn’t hurt much, but her scalp was pulled lightly, so Vivian just let him do what he did.

Honestly, it was a bit annoying, but he decided to be satisfied with this much because it became softer than when he grabbed her by the collar.

“It wasn’t even a secret. You’ve got the right idea.”

Julian, who was lost in thought with a slight frown, corrected his words.

“No, honestly, I don’t think We would believe such a lame excuse.”

“Right?”

“I feel like I’ve become a fool.”

Julian sighed until the ground went out and leaned languidly against the chair. Vivian really wanted to tell him he’s already an absolute idiot.

“In front of my brother and in front of Cardell. When I stand in front of them, I feel like I’m going back to my childhood when I couldn’t do anything alone.”

“That’s how much you like her.”

“Well.”

He tilted his head with his chin on.

“Then you seem to like it pretty much, too.”

Then he made a bomb-like remark. The number tag in Vivian’s hand fell down.

Goo, goosebumps……she looked up, a horrible look on her face, and Julian frowned at her response. Even so, he doesn’t like it very much. Anyway, she was a woman who had a knack for making people angry.

“You seem to be ignoring the burden, but at least you don’t do this in public.”

He’s sure that’s the case. Vivian didn’t think that an emperor or a man would look so dazed outside. If it were, Julian would have been branded a ‘foolish emperor’ and regarded as a dog or a son of a bitch.

At least the reason why he didn’t wear the Emperor’s mask now was because from the first meeting he had been in a hurry because she was the girl that his brother liked.

“Strangely, you’re very comfortable.”

“You don’t like me, you feel comfortable around me because I’m with your brother.”

“Well, you’ll be the Grand Duchess anyway.”

“Grand, the Grand Duchess…”

This time, Vivian began to shyly colour both cheeks. Julian smirked and laughed at her as she slowly began to turn red like a boiled octopus from cheek to earlobe to earlobe neck.

Vivian hurriedly tried to explain what he was thinking, but as soon as he explained, he remembered that his neck would be dangling and he would roll the floor.