Chapter 87 (2/2)

Stomping, her steps towards the bedroom slowed down over time.

She can’t ask. All her life, no one, the door to the basement has been locked for granted. She felt depressed when the fear subsided to some extent.

“Is it obvious?”

Bluebeard had handed over a package of keys to test trust, Vivian didn’t even get tested.

Aiden told her not to ‘go underground’, but it was locked for granted from the very beginning. Like she can’t believe it. As if she had never believed it.

She didn’t see him long enough to build trust, and it was wrong of her to open the basement door freely, but she couldn’t help but keep drooping with gloomy thoughts.

Vivian was disappointed.

She doesn’t know what she is disappointed about in the first place, but she was.

“What the hell is this?”

Her self-indulgent mind made her even more disturbed. There was no difference between him, who did not trust Vivian, who somehow tried to check the basement of the mansion, and Aiden, who locked the basement door tightly.

We’re not really lovers anyway, so they want information on this side and novels on that side.

No, trust is the most important thing in a contractual relationship.

Vivian tried to rationalize quickly, but concluded that a contractual relationship does not have to reveal all of his faults. She didn’t tell Aiden everything either, did she?

Oh, I don’t know. I have a headache! Do you just ask me out loud and clear?

What is his identity as the Grand Duke of Black?!? However, if she received a reply that avoided answering from him, or a refusal to say that she did not need to know, it seemed like it would hurt just as much.

I mean, why would it hurt?

Wasn’t it light-hearted? She doesn’t even understand her own mind. Vivian calmed down the confusing thoughts and pointed to her forehead.

“It’s night time, so I feel like I’m getting more useless thoughts. I should go to bed because I must sleep.’