Chapter 99 (1/2)

“Oh, my back.”

Vivian banged her back instead of lying face down and read the manuscript. Aiden then covered her back with a warm, heated cloth handed over by the maid.

Compared to the first time he took care of herself, he was now quite proficient.

Why is he so good at this nonsense? Can’t they just make a job for them before they get used to it?

She realized that since she stepped into this mansion, there were more days when she lay in bed and struggled, than days when she walked finely. Then his face was bound to be distorted and dissatisfied.

Is it a trick to tame me as a slave of pleasure? Vivian trembled, as she clutched at the quilt.

She was just thinking about anything she could, but she didn’t know it was half right. Aiden was full of thoughts that she would remember him completely with her body if not with her head.

Thanks to this, Vivian unintentionally suffered all the lewd acts that often appeared in sensual novels.

I was lifted up and hung like an old-wood cicada. I thought it was only possible in a novel……

Well, she liked having sex with him, even though she grumbled. He was so desperate that there were no other partners in the world, and he was not so coercive that he crossed the line. It meant he had the self-restraint to stop if Vivian fainted or really didn’t want to.

Nevermind that he persistently drove her to the ground until she’s exhausted from sobbing.

Moreover, thanks to this and that, the novel was almost complete. The intensive teaching effect of a talented teacher with a student full of academic enthusiasm was great. It was just that she was now perfectly tamed to the point where she could not use her hands, and she was already afraid of the night without him.

Don’t say that she’s going to go in a rut and come to the Grand Duke’s mansion and beg for a hug. It’s terrible just to imagine. Where in the world is as ugly as that. Vivian could only hope she had more sexual restraint than an animal. She started working on the novel again. Then suddenly Aiden asked.

“How far have you written it?”

The story of this work was coming to an end after a crisis and a climax. It’s almost time for the last love affair.

Vivian, who stopped writing for a while and glanced at him, opened his mouth.

“It’s almost done.”

He did not reply for a moment to her voice, which contained little regret, but rather a little expectation and excitement. What was on his mind, his blue eyes had a dark glow.

She eventually couldn’t stand it and asked.

“What are you thinking?”

“It’s nothing. Just a little bit of work ahead…”

Aiden recalled Vivian, writing with both eyes shining with enthusiasm, swelling her plump lips, or sobbing underneath him.

When he returned to the mansion, it became a habit to remove the smell of blood and head straight to her side. Holding the warmth in his arms, he buried his lips along the sweet scent. Then he could have a peaceful dream.