Chapter 102 (1/2)

Fly the Wings of a Butterfly Called Jealousy

It’s finally done. Vivian wrote “Fin” at the right end of the last line of the manuscript with trembling hands. Then she smiled brightly, showing her white teeth as she appreciated the three letters.

Oh, my god.

At the thought of finishing the work perfectly, she hurled a quill pen in her hand on the floor and shouted hurray. There was no need to amend it. There’s never been a work that she’s worked so hard on that she even sacrificed her body.

It was perfect from the front to the back.

It’s all about herself, pure and simple. Yes, a work of soul!

The thrill ran down her spine. She shrank and shivered for a moment, then began to roll, tossing herself onto the bed.

“Wahaha!”

She rolled around on a neatly arranged sheet, smiling like a hero who had defeated the enemy, and suddenly stopped. Suddenly a great deal of futility and deprivation began to come.

“Completed just like this…”

Somehow, when she felt empty inside, her laughter gradually subsided, and it stopped completely. She quickly hardened her face and buried her face in both hands.

Maybe it’s because she put too much love into it. The plaintiffs, who had been working so far, headed to the publishing company as soon as they completed the work. And all she needed to do was to throw it at Thatcher, and learn the word freedom.

She used to play around or start working on her next work right away.

In short, it meant that once she was finished, she would never look back.

For her, fiction is the pain of creation, and completion is the release of daily restraint.

But this time it was very different. Maybe it’s because she had attracted a lot of people around me, rather than her own work.

Aiden watched her act from beginning to end and slowly opened his mouth.

“Are you sad?”

“You’re reading my mind…?”

“I don’t have to do that.”

“I have a good feeling.”

“If you look at yourself now, anyone will know.”

He sat on the bed where Vivian was lying and tilted his head at an angle. His hair, a little longer than when they first met, flowed gently along his firm jawline.

She clenched her teeth because the light blue gaze she looked down on her somehow became unbearable.

It was true that no matter what, it was regrettable. Now she really won’t see him forever. Even if they happened to bump into each other, they would then have a distant wall of status between the maid and the Grand Duke.