The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 205 -: Who wrote this garbage?

The carriage was ready, just like Rokan said.

It was big and beautiful, big enough for four people to sit comfortably.

Gold and silver decorations shone on the outside, making it look very expensive.

Vivian gave a short nod.

"Mm."

He stepped inside without smiling.

As soon as he sat down on the soft red cushion, his face became dark again.

His hands were tight, almost shaking with anger. That letter was still burning inside his mind.

"Salena Harencross..." he said her name in a low, cold voice.

The letter had come from her. Salena was the only daughter of Count Harencross.

From what Vivian could understand, she and Edward had been close once, maybe even more than close.

But then her father, the Count, got greedy.

The Count wanted Edward to become the head of the family, the patriarch.

In return, he offered his daughter like a prize. He wanted to control the family through Salena and Edward.

The letter said Salena didn’t want this. She wrote that those were her father’s words, not hers. She sounded scared and sorry.

But Vivian knew Edward very well.

Edward hated being used. He hated tricks and games.

If he found out someone was trying to buy him with a girl and a title, he would get furious.

He probably burned every letter Salena ever sent.

He didn’t want anyone to know. He wanted to forget it ever happened.

Only this one letter survived.

And Vivian had a strong guess who kept it safe on purpose.

Still, the thing that made Vivian the most angry wasn’t Salena.

It was the Count.

That man tried to break two brothers apart.

He tried to turn Edward against him, Vivian, just so he could get more power. He played with family like it was a cheap game.

Vivian looked out the window. His blue eyes were icy.

He spoke quietly, but every word was full of promise.

"Just you wait, Count Harencross. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

If I don’t make you pay for this... then I’m not Vivian."

The carriage started moving.

The horses’ hooves made steady sounds on the stone road.

As the carriage disappeared beyond the gate, the palace slowly grew quiet again.

From the tall window of Zenithara Palace, Charlotte stood still.

Vivian’s room was filled with soft light, and the wind moved the curtains gently.

Her eyes stayed on the distant road for a long time, as if she could still see the carriage moving away.

"It worked..." she murmured softly.

A small smile formed on her lips. She straightened her back, tied her red hair into a neat knot, and let out a light laugh.

"Hehe... what a pity he is my uncle," she whispered.

"But in front of my husband, what else could I do? That’s why I couldn’t go with him..."

Her gaze dropped to the closed gate below.

The truth was simple. She was the one who had stolen Edward’s letter.

After hearing everything from her mother, she understood what must have happened.

She believed that once Vivian returned, it would be easier to explain everything without breaking the oath.

"Haha... I really do have the mind of a villain," Charlotte muttered.

She fell back onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets.

A dreamy look filled her eyes as she rolled slightly, her movements slow and lazy. She leaned forward, sniffing the pillow, then another spot on the bed.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks.

"There..." she whispered softly. "My husband’s scent..."

She hugged the pillow closer and smiled. This was where Vivian had slept the night before.

The warmth was still there, like a quiet promise left behind.

She pulled the pillow close and held it in front of her face.

"How dare you wake up so early?" she said in a soft but complaining voice. "I was so cold..."

Her gaze slowly changed. It became sharp and bright, like that of a devoted believer looking at something sacred. A strange smile curved her lips.

"I will punish you," she whispered. "And your punishment is..."

She did not finish the sentence. Instead, she pressed her lips against the pillow. Once.

Then again. Her kisses became quick and careless, as if she had lost herself.

Her eyes looked wild as she kept showering the pillow with kisses, holding it tightly as though it might escape.

After a while, she finally stopped.

She lay there, breathing lightly, then spoke to the empty room in a serious tone.

"Listen. Until I get pregnant with your child, you will stay here and do everything I say. Do you understand?"

Her face showed pure happiness. Her mind was full of soft thoughts, like flowers blooming without reason.

From the way she spoke and acted, no one would believe she was already a twenty-three-year-old woman.

At that moment, she looked more like a lovesick girl living inside her own sweet world.

"But what will their names be?" Charlotte muttered as she fell into thought.

If it was a boy, she wanted a name that sounded strong and majestic.

Something that would make people feel respect the moment they heard it. But no matter how hard she thought, no name came to mind.

"And if it’s a girl..." she sighed. "I need a beautiful name for her too."

She rubbed her forehead lightly. "This is really hard... thinking of names is harder than I thought."

Still, one thing felt clear in her heart. This time, this waiting, this dreaming..this would be the most beautiful phase of her life.

"Hehe," she giggled softly.

She snapped her fingers, and a book appeared in her hand from her subspace.

The book was brand new. Not a single page was bent.

From the look of it, she had not read it yet. On the cover, clear letters showed the title:

How to Be a Good Mother

"For the past two years..." she murmured, "I’ve been preparing."

She had taken notes, listened carefully, and learned as much as she could. Elena had helped her the most.

She had also met the wives of many officials, asking them for advice again and again.

The first thing she always heard was the same.

"A mother must be gentle with her children," they said.

"The mother teaches. The father deciplains."

"So my job is to teach... huh?" Charlotte muttered.

She opened the book and began reading the first paragraph.

"As a mother, when your child does bad things like smoking, drinking, using bad words, or having many lovers—"

Charlotte nodded slowly. "If a child does such things, discipline is needed," she said seriously.

Then she read the next line.

"...then beat the crap out of your child!"

Charlotte froze.

"...What?" she said flatly.

She stared at the page, then frowned deeply. "This is nonsense."

She shut the book with a soft thud.

"Teaching doesn’t mean hurting," she muttered. "Who wrote this garbage?"

She shook her head, then hugged the book to her chest anyway. Despite the strange advice, her heart was still warm. She smiled faintly.

"I’ll do it my own way," she said softly. "A gentle way. A better way."

Her mind was still filled with flowers, dreams, and a future she had not yet reached..but already loved deeply.

She stayed there like that for a long time.

Sometimes she mumbled softly to herself. Sometimes she smiled for no clear reason.

At times, she leaned down and kissed the pillow, then hugged it close to her chest.

She would glance at her belly, place a hand over it, and smile foolishly, as if she could already see something that did not yet exist.

From her expression, it looked as though she was living inside a dream.

Time passed quietly, but she did not notice it at all.

Even after a few hours, she was still lying on the bed, repeating the same small actions again and again.

Smile. Whisper. Kiss the pillow. Look at her belly.

The world outside kept moving, but inside that room, Charlotte remained wrapped in her own gentle, happy thoughts, lost in a sweet dream she did not want to wake from.

After a few more hours passed, soft footsteps echoed outside the room. Still, nothing changed.

Charlotte did not react. Her sweet fantasy did not break.

Vivian had left the estate early in the morning.

He did not tell anyone except Rokan.

Rokan stayed busy in the administrative office the whole time, handling work and reports. Time moved on without notice.

Before anyone realized it, noon had already passed.

Vivian still had not come out of his room. Charlotte also had not left hers.

Elena finally noticed the silence.

"This is strange..." she muttered.

She decided not to send anyone else. She would handle it herself. First, she would wake Vivian.

After that, she would go to Charlotte’s room and wake her up as well.

Her footsteps stopped in front of Vivian’s door.

She raised her hand and knocked lightly.

"Vivian..." she called out, her voice calm but firm.