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Transmigrated as the Villainess, my University Romance went Off Script

Chapter 158: sunday afternoon tea XV · Oct 15, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: sunday afternoon tea VIII 2026-10-15
152 Chapter 152: sunday afternoon tea IX 2026-10-15
153 Chapter 153: sunday afternoon tea X 2026-10-15
154 Chapter 154: Sunday Afternoon tea XI 2026-10-15
155 Chapter 155: Sunday afternoon tea XII 2026-10-15
156 Chapter 156: Sunday afternoon tea XIII 2026-10-15
157 Chapter 157: sunday afternoon tea XIV 2026-10-15
158 Chapter 158: sunday afternoon tea XV 2026-10-15
159 Chapter 159: sunday afternoon tea XVI 2026-10-15
160 Chapter 160: preliminary exam results I 2026-10-15
161 Chapter 161: preliminary exam result II 2026-10-15
162 Chapter 162: the Vivienne Opening 2026-10-15
163 Chapter 163: text messages 2026-10-15
164 Chapter 164: Christopher Archibald 2026-10-15
165 Chapter 165: preparation for sports fest 2026-10-15
166 Chapter 166: text message 2026-10-15
167 Chapter 167: Exchanges I 2026-10-15
168 Chapter 168: Exchanges II 2026-10-15
169 Chapter 169: class debate I 2026-10-15
170 Chapter 170: class debate II 2026-10-15
171 Chapter 171: Night time exchange 2026-10-15
172 Chapter 172: the call I 2026-10-15
173 Chapter 173: the call II 2026-10-15
174 Chapter 174: A Little Too Interesting 2026-10-15
175 Chapter 175: a day of texting 2026-10-15
176 Chapter 176: Vivid dream 2.0 2026-10-15
177 Chapter 177:cousin talk 2026-10-15
178 Chapter 178: polo club team 2026-10-15
179 Chapter 179: a thousand deaths 2026-10-15
180 Chapter 180: lunch 2026-10-15
181 Chapter 181: plotting over lunch 2026-10-15
182 Chapter 182: let her see 2026-10-15
183 Chapter 183: coincidence I 2026-10-15
184 Chapter 184: Coincidence II 2026-10-15
185 Chapter 185: gentlemen’s club I 2026-10-15
186 Chapter 186: gentlemen’s club II 2026-10-15
187 Chapter 187: I want her 2026-10-15
188 Chapter 188: how to show her 2026-10-15
189 Chapter 189: tomorrow, I will 2026-10-15
190 Chapter 190:Saturday I 2026-10-15
191 Chapter 191: saturday II 2026-10-15
192 Chapter 192: Saturday III 2026-10-15
193 Chapter 193: Saturday IV 2026-10-15
194 Chapter 194: Saturday V 2026-10-15
195 Chapter 195: Saturday VI 2026-10-15
196 Chapter 196: saturday VII 2026-10-15
197 Chapter 197: saturday VIII 2026-10-15
198 Chapter 198: Saturday IX 2026-10-15
199 Chapter 199: saturday X 2026-10-15
200 Chapter 200: Saturday XI 2026-10-15

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: sunday afternoon tea XV

Damian was quiet for a moment.

Then...

”...What is it, then?”

Vivienne tilted her head.

”What is?”

He hesitated.

”The kind of future you wanted.”

”...What was missing?”

”...What are you looking for?”

Vivienne blinked.

Then smiled.

”Oh.”

She laughed softly.

”I suppose...”

”I’m looking for someone who’s hopelessly in love with me.”

Damian remained silent.

”The kind who waits outside my classroom after lectures.”

...

Waiting wasn’t so bad.

He supposed...

He could do that.

”And then he’d insist on carrying my books.”

”Even after I tell him they’re not heavy.”

...

Reasonable enough.

”He’d walk me back to my dormitory.”

”...Even if it was completely out of his way.”

...

Damian looked away.

...

That sounded...

Perfectly manageable.

His confidence quietly recovered.

Perhaps...

Her standards weren’t actually that high.

Then—

”And every now and then...”

”He’d suddenly appear with flowers.”

Damian blinked.

Flowers?

...Just because?

Vivienne clasped her hands together.

”Not because it’s my birthday.”

”Just because he happened to see them...”

”And thought I’d like them.”

...

Damian’s brows slowly drew together.

Flowers...

For no occasion whatsoever?

That seemed...

Wildly inefficient.

Still, that wasn’t particularly difficult.

He could buy an entire flower shop if necessary.

Vivienne continued blissfully unaware.

”And if we passed a bakery...”

”He’d remember my favorite cake without me reminding him.”

Damian paused.

...

He already knew she liked strawberry shortcake.

...

Wait.

He knew that?

...

No.

That wasn’t the point.

She continued.

”And if I casually mentioned wanting to visit somewhere...”

”He’d remember.”

”Even months later.”

”And take me there.”

Damian stared.

Months?

He was expected to remember conversations from months ago?

Vivienne nodded happily.

”And...”

”I’d love handwritten letters.”

His thoughts stopped.

...

Letters?

People still wrote those?

”Not messages.”

”Actual letters.”

”The kind you keep forever.”

Damian felt an inexplicable headache forming.

”And of course...”

”He’d tell me he missed me.”

Damian nearly choked.

Out loud?

People actually...

Said things like that?

Vivienne nodded to herself.

”I think that’s terribly romantic.”

Then Vivienne smiled almost sheepishly.

”Oh.”

”And if he proposed someday...”

Damian looked at her.

”I’d love something grand.”

”...Not because I need everyone watching.”

”But because...”

She smiled dreamily.

”I’d like him to be so proud of loving me...”

”That he’d want the whole world to know.”

Damian’s expression froze.

Vivienne continued, completely sincere.

”Maybe fireworks.”

”A beautiful garden.”

”Everyone important to us there.”

”And then...”

She clasped her hands together.

”He’d tell me...”

”’Vivienne Beaumont.’”

”’I’ve loved you for longer than I knew.’”

”’Will you marry me?’”

Silence.

Damian simply stood there.

Very still.

...

Fireworks?

Before an audience?

Confessing his love...

In public?

His soul quietly considered leaving his body.

He imagined himself standing in front of hundreds of people.

Speaking those words aloud.

...

Impossible.

He would rather face an entire Parliament determined to remove the Blackwood family from office.

A quiet sigh escaped him.

Perhaps...

He had underestimated Lady Beaumont’s standards.

A little.

No.

Quite a lot.

He had been confident only moments ago.

Now...

He wasn’t entirely certain he possessed the qualifications for the position.

He imagined himself standing outside a lecture hall.

Acceptable.

Carrying books.

Reasonable.

Walking her back to her dorm.

Manageable.

Buying flowers for absolutely no reason.

...

Questionable

Possibly managable.

Hiding handwritten letters inside textbooks.

...

Absolutely not.

Confessing he missed someone.

...

Mortifying

And the proposal...

...

His imagination politely refused to continue.

He had overestimated himself.

Just a little.

No...

Quite a lot.

His pride as the son of a marquess...

Could only endure so much.

Perhaps...

He had been...

Slightly overconfident.

Vivienne looked at him curiously.

”...Damian?”

He immediately straightened.

”...Nothing.”

She smiled.

”Good.”

”Because I wanted to ask you something.”

Damian nodded.

”Of course.”

”Since you and Senior Archibald are both fourth-year Political Governance students...”

”Could you tell me a little more about him?”

...

Damian’s soul, which had only just returned...

Quietly packed its bags and left again.

For several long seconds...

He simply stared at her.

Vivienne tilted her head.

”...Damian?”

He blinked.

”...What?”

She smiled.

”I said...”

”Can you tell me more about him?”

He stared another moment.

Then, almost before he realized it, the words escaped.

”...I highly doubt he’d do all those things.”

Vivienne blinked.

”...Hm?”

”The flowers.”

”The letters.”

”The...”

He hesitated.

”...Fireworks.”

For a heartbeat...

She simply stared at him.

Then she burst into laughter.

”Oh, Damian.”

She covered her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing.

”I never said he had to.”

He frowned.

”...You didn’t?”

She shook her head, still smiling.

”No.”

”I only said...”

”I think it would be really nice.”

A small smile lingered on her lips.

”I’ve always liked those grand romantic stories.”

”The ridiculous confessions.”

”The dramatic gestures.”

”The kind that make everyone else think...”

”’How embarrassing.’”

”I think they’re wonderful.”

She placed her hands behind her back.

”Of course...”

”I know real life doesn’t always work that way.”

”So if the person I end up with isn’t quite that romantic...”

She smiled.

”I can compromise.”

A playful glimmer entered her eyes.

”...Although I’d still appreciate the flowers.”

Damian looked at her.

...

Of course she would.

Vivienne laughed again.

”In any case...”

”That’s not really what I was asking.”

He blinked.

”...No?”

”I meant...”

She smiled.

”Can you tell me more about him?”

”His personality.”

”His attitude.”

”Any rumors?”

She counted on her fingers.

”Does he have a terrible temper?”

”A secret girlfriend?”

”An ex-girlfriend?”

She looked back at Damian.

”Or perhaps...”

”...About him and me?”

Damian was quiet for a moment.

His thoughts gradually settled.

Christopher Archibald.

He had never imagined...

That one day he would be introducing another man to the woman he liked.

”...His personality?”

Vivienne nodded.

”Mhm.”

”What kind of person is he?”

Damian thought for a few moments.

”He’s capable.”

”The Student Council wouldn’t function nearly as smoothly without him.”

”He’s easy to talk to.”

”He gets along with almost everyone.”

”Professors.”

”Students.”

”First-years.”

”People just seem comfortable around him.”

Vivienne smiled.

”I noticed.”

”He makes talking feel easy.”

...

Damian rather wished she hadn’t noticed so quickly.

”What about rumors?”

She tilted her head.

”Anything I should know?”

”Terrible temper?”

”Arrogant?”

”Secret fiancée?”

Damian shook his head.

”As far as I know...”

”His reputation is remarkably clean.”

”I’ve never heard any serious rumors about him.”

Vivienne looked genuinely impressed.

”That’s rare.”

”It is.”

She nodded thoughtfully.

”What about girls?”

Damian sighed almost imperceptibly.

”...What about them?”

She smiled.

”Has half the university confessed to him already?”

”...Probably.”

”I’ve never counted.”

Vivienne laughed.

”I thought as much.”

”He is rather handsome.”

Damian immediately replied,

”...I’ve seen better.”

Vivienne slowly turned to look at him.

”...Oh?”

”Where?”

Damian answered with a perfectly straight face.

”...Whenever I look in a mirror.”

Silence.

Vivienne stared at him.

Then...

She burst into laughter.

A genuine, delighted laugh that echoed softly through the corridor.

”Oh, Damian.”

She lightly slapped his arm.

”I walked right into that one.”

Damian’s lips curved ever so slightly.

”I believe you did.”

Vivienne was still smiling.

”I didn’t know you could be this shameless.”

”I wouldn’t call it shameless.”

”No?”

”No.”

”It happens to be true.”

She laughed again.

”I think your confidence just increased by several hundred percent.”

”It hasn’t.”

”It simply appeared at a strategically appropriate moment.”

Vivienne shook her head, unable to stop smiling.

”I stand corrected.”

Vivienne looked back at him.

”Still...”

She smiled.

”Jokes aside.”

”What do you honestly think?”

”About him and me?”

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