Chapter 105 (2/2)

His expression of special relationship once again turned her face into a piece of shit. He’s been pooping out of his mouth for a while now.

What’s wrong with him all of a sudden? No matter how hungry he was for the manuscript, isn’t that too much?

“Hey, what’s so special about…”

Thatcher snapped at Vivian and asked.

“Who is he, then? Lover?”

“He’s not my lover.”

When Vivian responded like a knife to Thatcher’s words, Aiden’s gaze fixed upon her.

He couldn’t believe he was not a lover. He couldn’t help it. Last time he saw Vivien, she bragged about having a boyfriend.

There seems to have been something between the two, but they are not clearly defined in their relationship. Is there something wrong with them? He didn’t know the exact circumstances.

What does she mean he’s not a lover? Neither her nor that person seems to think so.

It is a woman who speaks with a lingering voice, or a man who immediately shows signs of agitation when he is told that he is not a lover.

Thatcher looked at the two with sharp eyes and concluded: A man and a woman are shoveling in pairs.

I thought Vivian would hide in her shell and turn big once in a while because she was afraid she’d get hurt in a relationship.

Thatcher slapped his tongue inside, but he never intended to meddle in other people’s love affairs. And somehow he didn’t mean to make that prick do anything good. He just shut up pretending not to know because he wasn’t there.

When you’re in a relationship, you misunderstand each other, you fight, you break up. Don’t you think you need that kind of experience to write more mature novels?

He shrugged his shoulders and led them in. After asking them to sit roughly in the drawing room, he brewed three cups of tea in the kitchen, and brought them back, smiling for business purposes that was prevalent on his face.

The intentions of both hands, respectfully, were clear.

“It looks real.”

Vivian looked at him fed up and stuck out the manuscript as if to eat it and die.

Thatcher began to read the manuscript with anticipated eyes as if he had waited. The attitude of being light had changed to serious as if he had been a different person.

How long has it been? His brown eyes glistened and sparkled when the manuscript passed at a very rapid pace to the beginning and middle parts.

Persuasive flowing content, thrilling tension, double tracks, perfect puzzles…… and perfect ‘love affair’ that can never be left out of an erotic novel.

The fear, anguish, pain, and pleasure of the first experience were all contained, making even the viewer nervous or excited. It was natural that Perdi’s writing controlled the reader.

“There’s nothing more to see.”