History at the Library

Chapter 141

Give him a note listing the titles of romance novels, and put a note in each book. Then he’ll look up the notes in the order of the books written on the note and find the notes.

It was very unfamiliar and cringe-worthy. When Aiden, who had found all the notes, imagined what pathetic eyes he would look at, Vivian seemed to be a little less determined.

She thought it would be better for her mental health to kneel down and hand over flowers and rings.

Snoop, no, she can’t give up here. Vivian quickly took out the note she had kept in her pocket. And it was the moment she tried to embed it in a romance novel.

A children’s book shelf across the room caught her eye. She had seen all kinds of books, but she didn’t know there were even fairy tales, so she looked surprised.

Come to think of it, did he say that he read all the books?

She put the book in her hand back on the shelf and moved to it. Thumbelina, the frog prince, Snow White, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty…… The fairy tale book on the small bookshelf is more hand-drawn than other books and the paper discolored yellow, leaving traces of time intact.

Has he been keeping his childhood fairy tales? However, in terms of thickness, it was not adapted for children, but the original.

The original doesn’t look like it’s for the children.

Vivian had a strange look on her face, imagining little Aiden reading a fairy tale with a serious face, and smirking without knowing.

She laughed it off. For some reason, she thought he was an old man who didn’t want to be interrupted even when he was young.

She looked through the title of the book and stopped to look at the book.

Blue Beard.

It was the fairy tale that Aiden had been constantly talking about. Vivian reached out as if possessed and pulled out the fairy tale. However, there was no heavyweight unique to the book. Like an empty box.

She blinked in wonder and opened the book. At the same time, something glistening gold was seen falling quickly to the floor.

“Huh?”

After hitting the marble floor, it bounced and stopped several times with a loud noise.

It was the key.

“…..”

Vivian alternately stared at the key that fell on the floor and the middle of the fairy tale.

What’s this? There was no way to know why the key was kept in the fairy tale book and what it was for, but somehow it was ominous. It felt as if Pandora’s box was in front of her.

Vivian bent over and picked up the key. In size, it seemed not to be a small drawer or closet key, but to open the door.

At the moment, a strong guess, or certainty, hit her head hard.

Blue beard, keys, and a secret cellar.

It may not be only because she is sensitive that three keywords are associated at the same time. Aiden mentioned one fairy tale, obviously a little suspicious.

Blue beard. She thought maybe it wasn’t just meant to scare. From the moment she entered the mansion, he’s been giving her hints constantly.

“Why the hell would you do this…”

Vivian sat there, scrambling her head.

This was definitely the key to the basement. He didn’t even give the key to the basement because he didn’t believe in herself in the first place.

But it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t hand over the package of keys, but he kept it hidden here. Let’s open it like she want to open it. Otherwise, the key couldn’t have been hidden where anyone could find it.

Aiden didn’t know when Vivian would find this key. Because he didn’t leave a package of keys in the open like blue beard. If what the blue beard did was a declaration to test you from now on, what Aiden did was a terrible taunt and provocation whether she could love him like this.

At any moment, can you handle me like this?

She felt as if she had seen his fantasy of falling into the darkness and shining blue eyes like beasts.

“Ha ha.”

She burst into a despondent smile. But unlike his smiling mouth, his face was distressed. Why does the key pop out at this timing? This time she was really going to confess without asking or arguing about his secrets.

At this moment, she found herself shaking funny, and she blamed Aiden for putting her to take the test. If he’s not going to tell her all the secrets, he’d rather hide them forever.

The day was getting brighter. Aiden will be here soon. She’s been ill all week and she’s just woken up and so he will find her right away.

Vivian grabbed the key until the hand turned white and then put it back in the book. Then she took a slow step out of the study and headed to her room.

She returned it to where she was, but the existence of her key is hers. It was engraved in her mind and never left.

Going forward, just mechanically moving forward, Vivien stopped at some point.

After a moment of stiffness, she sighed and turned back toward the study. The purpose of going back the way she came was clear.

It seemed that it would not be long before the cat died of curiosity.

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