Chapter 106 (2/2)

“Huh, how?”

They don’t even have a relationship. He said, scanning the black hooded man up and down.

“I don’t know how much he’s helped you with your purity.”

Thatcher recalls in her novel that the male protagonist was described as the best man in the world. If all the advice of the affair comes from that man’s mouth…

“You know how to show off.”

Upon hearing that, Vivian could not help but worry that her publisher boss would be truly murdered.

“No, it’s not what you think it is….. but he’s also well versed in literature.”

“Whoa.”

Thatcher, who had a small exclamation, looked back at the black hooded man with the look of seeing him again.

What an amazing person he is. Instead of culture?

At a time when he was full of sarcasm again, Aiden slowly took off his hoodie. Then a great handsome man appeared as if he had seen it somewhere. With a smile full of ferocity around his mouth.

Even though Thatcher’s aesthetic is not full of beauty, he was ‘handsome’ enough. It hurt his pride, but it was incomparable to the handsome blonde he had seen through the mirror.

Adding to that daunting appearance to live, it created the illusion that the king of the underworld was in front of him. If the word ‘evil’ was made into a human being, it would be that situation.

Oh, he touched the wrong one.

Thatcher, who has yet to grasp the situation, realized it by instinct.

“Where did I see that face?”

He gulped and quickly rolled his brain. The less nervous gaze wandered black as if it had been inherited by the devil.

Then, when Aiden’s eyes met his, Thatcher planted his back close to the back of the sofa. Oh my god!

“H, h, the Grand Duke of Black?”

“That’s rude.”

Crazy! It’s the Black Prince! Empire Nightmare!

Thatcher quickly folded his fingers and curled up like a beleaguered herbivore.

Vivian, are you out of your mind?