Chapter 58 (18+)

Aden thought Ilyin was adorable, and he smiled at her when she parted her lips like she had something to say. Gently, he caressed her small soft lips with his finger and quietly said, “Don’t be scared.” No matter what she was scared of, Aden would be there for her, and he squeezed her hand tightly. “I heard that the Viscount House is looking for you.” Ilyin’s shoulders sagged as Aden unbuttoned her cape. When his warm body leaned against her, he could feel Ilyin’s heart beating fast.

“I didn’t tell them I was coming here. I only told my father that I’m going to the north,” Ilyin said in a timid voice.

Aden nodded his head, “I see. I think that’s why they’re looking in the north then.” He touched her shoulders multiple times. “Please choose one of these options for me, Ilyin,” he said after consoling her enough that her shoulders became relaxed. “If you want me to accept Viscount Arlen’s offer, then I’ll gladly accept. He is your father. But if you don’t want me to, then I,” his blue eyes flashed underneath his long eyelashes, “intend to show him the winter. So choose one for me. Whatever you want. And don’t worry about the decision you make.”

When he finished speaking, Aden slowly rolled Ilyin’s dress up to her waist, and it spread over his big hands that were now holding her firm buttocks. Because of that, he could feel the wood of the bookshelf over her underwear. It was well finished, so there was no worry that a piece of wood would pierce her. The only problem was her wet bottom.

“Aden, the bookshelf,” Ilyin tried to get off the shelf, but Aden’s movement was faster.

Her underwear was ripped off quickly by his hands and dropped on the floor because it was so wet from her juice that it had some weight. And without hesitation, Aden slid his throbbing manhood inside her.

“Ah!” Ilyin’s neck jerked back. The bookshelf shook harder than before and made a louder noise. She was concerned that her wet thigh might touch the bookshelf. “Aden!” But that thought immediately flew out of her head when his rock-hard erection entered her deeply, rubbing against her sensitive insides, “Ah!” Ilyin’s body lifted as his strong hips slammed against her, leaving her breathless.

“Ah, ah!” Ilyin’s body shook with the bookshelf as Aden rammed deeper inside her. The hand she considered leaning against the shelf grabbed Aden’s shoulder instead, as she couldn’t handle her body shaking. And as their bodies got closer, the incredible sensations she felt heightened.

Aden moved faster and faster and a mixture of wet, moist sounds, as well as the sound of the bookshelf banging against the wall, echoed in the library. His firm grip tightened on her buttocks as he plunged deeper inside her, and with one final hard thrust, he let out a long, loud moan. As his body trembled, Aden hugged Ilyin and slipped his hot tongue into her delicate mouth while his warm liquid filled her below. He wanted her to know that she was no longer alone by sharing this intimate experience with her.

***

Viscount Arlen was very impatient. Of course, it would be better to establish a trading partner due to the food problem, but even without that added stress, he didn’t have the relaxing attitude of a noble. To put it nicely, the Viscount had the basics of what it took to be a merchant, but he expressed all of his thoughts like a novice merchant would. And he didn’t behave like a noble either.

“Sir Milo, they said they shall trade with other merchants if we don’t answer within today,” the visitor from the winter region advised.

It felt like they got more messages from Viscount Arlen in a day than they had meals. Milo sighed, “Carrots aren’t that necessary for the winter region.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” the man from the winter region replied condescendingly.

Viscount Arlen acted as if he was holding a card that they would regret not playing. Of course, if they thought about the merchant clan’s profitability, it seemed like a waste. But it was still profitable considering the freight cost from the Arlen estate to the north. Although, it wasn’t enough money for the clan to ruin their image or their position. The Arlen farm was too small for that. How many carrots could such a small farm produce anyway?

“Milo!” Someone shouted out. At that moment the Merchant Master’s office door vibrated as if it was being hit by the harsh April wind. “Come in,” Milo replied. The door immediately opened, and the person that walked into the office was from Delrose. Milo knew that the message he was waiting for had finally arrived from Biflten.

“A message from the house,” the man announced.

“Hmm.” Milo fixed his clothes and listened. He was waiting for a reply from the mainland, but he already knew the answer. His Highness didn’t like Arlen too much. Milo knew this from the investigating he’d done. Even if he ignored everything else, the fact that His Highness’s lady didn’t have a personal maid, unlike the rumor suggested, had bothered him. It meant that the lady’s position within the Arlen House was the complete opposite of the rumor.

“The house will,” the man started to relay the message, but Milo wasn’t paying attention. He could use other methods to investigate the wife of the Viscount. There was no reason for him to accept the trade just for that information. So Milo felt like he’d already heard the answer. After taking a deep breath, the messenger man continued, “Accept the trade with the Arlen estate.”

“What?” Milo was caught off-guard and immediately started to question this unexpected message, but then stopped himself.

The messenger man had more to say, “But, he will meet the Viscount in person.”