THYU - Chapter 18
To Help You Understand
As soon as the game started, Violet had a feeling that she might lose the bet with her husband.
From the start, two teams of shirtless players rushed at the same time. It was a match based solely on physical strength.
At that time, a man with a large round barrel around his neck stopped in front of the window frame where the couple was watching the game.
"CEO, who are you talking to? Oh my!"
The man who recognized Violet sitting next to Winter sat down in shock. Then he became restless and tearful and asked Winter.
"W-what, do I have to kneel?"
"Of course, in front of anyone."
As Winter spoke with a serious expression, the man quickly knelt down. Surprised, Violet quickly got up and grabbed the man's arm.
"No way. It's been three years since the royal family was disbanded, and even if it wasn't disbanded.... It was just my husband teasing me."
Hearing Violet's words, the man stood up, feeling both resentment and emotion that the Princess had held his arm. The man then took off his hat and placed it in his hand, whining to Winter.
"I was surprised! Why are you teasing me?"
"Who do you blame for being stupid? I bet on the dowser."
As Winter spoke, taking out a bill from his wallet, the man turned the large plate he was carrying on his back forward. Then, under the player's name, 'Crack Dowser', Winter's name and the amount of money he bet were written down.
Winter explained to Violet, who was quietly watching.
"First of all, it's legal, and you're betting on the player here today who will bleed first."
"It doesn't make sense. Are you making fun of me too?"
"Which part doesn't make sense?"
Winter asked back.
Violet was shocked again that this wasn't a joke. It was strange that such a bet even existed, and she couldn't believe it was legal.
The man carrying the money container asked Violet.
"Where are you going to bet, Princess? Whoever the Princess bet on first will be honored for life!"
"I'll bet next time."
When Violet tried to refuse, Winter pointed to the players and said.
"Have you ever tried horse racing?"
"Yes. After my father, once or twice."
"I think the players are all talking."
"It's a person."
"Still, think of it as a horse and choose on."
"Winter, how could you say something so rude?"
"Imagine you have a mare and look at it as carefully as you would a stallion."
Violet, who had already uttered the word 'rude', belatedly covered her mouth with her hand. However, one corner of Winter's mouth seemed to have already reached his ears, and the man who had been giggling at the word 'stallion' flinched at the word rude and stopped laughing.
Winter said.
"I feel sorry that I won so easily."
"But what you just said was too harsh. Please cancel"
"Cancel. I just wanted to make you think you were rude."
Winter spoke soothingly and gestured to the stadium as if to choose a player.
It's not that they aren't, the Kaisle athletes really looked like racehorses. They had shiny skin, and although they were very large, they didn't seem to have any wasted muscles.
Violet looked calmly and pointed at a player.
"That player looks to be in good condition."
"It's Santor Tan. That's a good choice."
Violet's name was written on the board.
About 20 minutes later, the referee stopped the game as blood splattered from the punches on the field.
"It's Santor!"
Someone shouted and the audience started chanting Santor's name. That continued as Santor was sent off for punching during the game.
The bloody stadium was a shock, but after learning the rules, Violet gradually became interested. She found herself glancing at it similarly to feeling tempted to eat spicy food over and over again.
Perhaps because she lived in a dark and quiet place like a mole for three years, she found everything unfamiliar to her. Interesting.
While the game was going on, many people came to the box seats and said hello to the two people. Winter often burst out laughing while talking, and Violet had never seen him laugh like a boy in three years.
If she had died, he would have been much freer.
Violet found it strange that the change in her body was probably due to Winter's bloodline, but the result was not for him.
***
It was around 9 o'clock when the two returned to the hotel and finished taking a bath.
Winter went out of the hotel again and bought a bag of her favorite Crawler donuts at a nearby night market. The freshly made, warm cruller donuts were covered in sugar.
"Aren't you going to eat this too? You have to be a little picky."
Winter grumbled.
It's not that she didn't eat, they bought fried fish for dinner at the stadium, but Violet didn't eat it well. She must have realized that it was Winter's favorite food, so she tried hard to eat it, but the food remained on her plate.
Winter also understood Violet's feelings because the nobles' meals did not suit him at all.
He knocked on the door, and a moment later Violet came out in her pajamas.
Even when she was alone, her wife was so elegant that he wondered how she could be like that.
Not only was she dressed neatly, but there was a copy of the newspaper she was reading and tea on the table, and as expected, a wooden basket filled with biscuits was placed next to it.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
Winter closed the door again.
After listening to Turin talk nonsense, it seemed that the Lawrence royal family also feeds caviar as baby food. Violet, who had become accustomed to all kinds of food from a young age, figured out exactly what Turin was concerned about and praised him.
Thanks to her, Turin's job satisfaction has increased to a level never seen before.
He felt pathetic at himself for trying to give Violet a donut he bought on the street.
Just as he was about to turn around, the door opened again and Violet grabbed Winter's arm.
"What did I do wrong today?"
Violet asked worriedly and Winter turned towards her.
"What mistake did you make? The only thing that would be criticized would be my actions."
"Ah... sorry."
Winter didn't come here to get angry, but Violet must have thought he was angry about the things she pointed out as being rude, so she awkwardly apologized. Winter, who saw this, grabbed her arm, led her into the room, and handed her a bag.
"I bought it because I was hungry, but it was too much."
"What is that?"
"Is this your first time seeing a donut that looks like this?"
"Yes. I've never tried it before."
Violet brought the bag close to her face, smelled it, and let out an exclamation.
"It smells so good."
Fortunately, the response was good.
Two people sat in front of the table. As Violet took out a sweet donut covered In sugar, she was embarrassed by the sugar falling on the table.
"Oh..."
"Don't mind. That's how you eat it."
Violet, somewhat relieved by Winter's words, opened her mouth slightly and swallowed only the end. But then he saw Winter open his mouth wide and take a bite of the donut, and he opened his mouth wide too. Violet, who was muttering, covered her mouth with her hand and spoke.
"Oh my, it's so delicious."
Earlier, while eating fried fish, he thought it was delicious. It was quite different from the expression on her face as if a guest at a dinner party was praising the tasteless food.
Violet quickly devoured the entire sweet and chewy crawler. Violet blinked her eyes and asked as Winter unconsciously smiled when he saw the sugar in the corner of her mouth.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because it's cute."
"Who?"
"There are only two people here, how can I be cute?"
The word cute was so unfamiliar to Violet that she couldn't react. From a young age, she wasn't a cute child at all, and after she became an adult, she didn't get much praise.
What part was cute?
While Violet was confused, Winter sat back, put his feet up on another chair, and drank a glass of rum. He opened his mouth.
"If you like the maid and the cook, take them to the Bloomings. I will pay them more to cover that distance."
"No. It's okay."
Violet shook her head.
Lulu and Turin were people she met in the capital. She didn't want to show them who shared even the most trivial stories with her, the side of her who was an outcast at Blooming Mansion and often behaved like a crazy person.
Thinking about the tea party where she was standing right in front of the people criticizing her, she suddenly felt frustrated.
She looked at Winter.
"Oh, I agreed to give you a kiss in return. Should we do it now?"
"I came with that intention."
"I see."
Violet stood up. Then, she stood in front of Winter, lightly grabbed his shoulder, and lightly pressed his lips to Winter's lips as she usually did, then pulled away.
"Are you done?"
"Not at all."
"I said it was a kiss. Is there a problem?"
When Violet tilted her head, Winter stood up. He pushed the newspaper off the table with his hand, grabbed Violet's waist with both hands, and made her sit on the table.
Violet lifted her head and looked up at Winter.
"You cannot sit on the table."
"You can kiss me."
Winter leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. As their faces got closer, Winter stopped and looked into her eyes.
Why does she linger so close to him instead of kissing him right away?
Violet got nervous without realizing it and leaned back a little. Winter then strongly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Violet looked at Winter's face, which was too close, with trembling eyes. Strangely enough, his male-scented features, neck, and physique did not pose a threat to Violet. She was rather curious.
What kind of kiss did he want?
As she thought, their lips touched each other.
Even the way she kissed seemed completely different from her husband.
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