My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 12: First love

It has been about three weeks since I had came here. Everyone including Garett has been rather helpful towards me.

I had no idea about the amount of manual work I would have to do before coming here. As a result, I put on more muscle mass. No wonder, Maura was so strong.

Librarians are not to be looked down upon despite their conservative appearance.

"The cellar?"

"There is a section where we keep unsorted books away," Garett said as he offered his hand for me.

I felt a bit awkward as I took his hand. It could not be helped as the footing was poor and my skirt was needlessly long.

Even so, I felt a bit guilty towards Erik since I had not held his hand in this this lifetime yet, and apologized to him inside my head for taking the hand of another boy before him.

I put myself back into a bad mood once more because I remembered we would not have another chance to hold each other's hand anymore anyways.

Garett led me down the stairs of a room below the library.

It was a large open space with plenty of books, old shelves, blanket covers, pens, maps, and other stuff that seemed to have been kept away for a long time.

I accidentally snagged my foot over the carpet and was about to trip.

I braced myself by holding my hands out in front of me to help me break my fall.

"Careful!"

Garett had caught me with one arm around my chest and held me up by my shoulder.

My heart raced slightly.

"I'm sorry..."

"...I guess we should really blame the one who makes women's dresses so long," he said as he released me.

Wow... he is so smooth that he makes everything look so easy.

"What are we going to be doing here?"

"We are going to air out these books before we put them on our new shelves we just received from the woods craftsmen. Insects like to find their way into old books, so we will lay a blanket out and have books standing up in an accordion style and bathe in the sun. The insects will naturally come out in their own after awhile and we can just collect them afterwards," he explained.

He looked back towards me as if he were checking up on me.

"I am not going to fall again," I told him I said as I picked up my skirt.

"That's not it... It doesn't bother you?" he asked with a concerned expression.

I wonder what he was worried about...

"...I think I will be fine," I answered him.

He pointed towards a dusty stack of books.

"I already laid out a blanket outside. Just help me carry that stack over there. I will go to that side," he said as he went to an even dustier side.

"It seems that there are more books on your side. I can help you after I am finished with my side."

He stared at me with wide eyes.

"It really doesn't bother you?"

"It's just a bit of dust."

"Normally, girls are not fine with insects or lots of dust."

Normally, ladies would refrain themselves of touching anything dirty or going anywhere near insects.

"Insects are also living beings trying to get by," I answered him.