James gave him a large sum of money and ordered him to say that she was pregnant if she showed signs of pregnancy.
Beryl, who had now been called into Violet's bedroom, examined her with a calm expression, although his hands were shaking.
He soon realized that Violet was not pregnant, even though she was showing exactly the same symptoms as a pregnant woman. The medicine James gave her would stop her menstruation for a while, and she would suffer from nausea and fever. But she still wasn't pregnant. The money he received from James had long since been used to pay for his young son's education abroad.
Winter was famous for ripping out those who harmed him to the bone, so if he got caught now, it would be the end of everything.
Beryl reacted more violently to hide her fear.
"Congratulations, Little Madame! You are indeed pregnant."
Violet, who had paused at those words, asked carefully.
"That is... Really?"
"Yes, really."
At that moment, a bright light appeared on Violet's face. She struggled to get up with her heavy body.
Even though she didn't express his emotions very strongly, her body language and voice showed joy.
"Please keep It a secret from others for the time being. My husband doesn't want children, so I guess I'll have to set up a day and tell him in person."
"All right."
Violet patted Beryl's arm.
"It's because my body has improved a lot since you came. How should I give thanks..."
Beryl's heart was shaken again by the always warm greeting from the little lady. He consoled himself that nothing big would happen with such a lie, so he hurriedly said goodbye and ran away.
After Beryl left, Violet pressed her pounding heart with both hands to calm her excitement.
She didn't tell Beryl why Winter didn't want children, so he didn't know why. Violet was afraid of his husband's reaction, but at the same time, she was filled with happiness.
***
The next day, the couple took a two-hour train from Cantus Monastery to the nearest train station, Calftown Station, and then rode a horse-drawn carriage for another two hours to the monastery.
Violet sat upright the whole way and did the crossword puzzle in the newspaper. Winter scoffed, saying it was his first time seeing someone actually solve it, but he enjoyed watching his wife concentrate.
As she entered the vast vineyard owned by the monastery, she saw the powerful people of the country gathered there.
Mr. and Mrs. Blooming had just arrived, and Ash was there too. Violet wore a light blue tulle dress, a brooch with a large sapphire, and a hat. She wore a necklace and earrings decorated with a single dark gray pearl and diamonds, and her shoes were cream-colored leather with ribbons attached.
Winter wore a smartly tailored suit and a white bow tie. The couple was wearing the standard outfit for a Cantus-sponsored party, decorated with simple but expensive jewelry.
Violet said worriedly, looking at the sky.
"It looks like it's going to rain. I should wear black shoes,"
"I can carry it."
As Winter spoke and tried to touch her hair out of habit, Violet grabbed his arm.
"You're kidding, right?"
"I'm serious. And can't I touch your head?"
"It's better to look serious if possible."
"Just say you don't want to see it."
Violet answered. pulling his arm down.
"I don't want to see It. But the monastery is a pious place."
"Oh, like our bed?"
".... It's blasphemous."
"Why is it blasphemous to talk about a couple's godly bed?"
Violet thought that answering further would only increase the level of Winter's words, so she raised her foot and covered his mouth with both hands. Then Winter laughed, bent down, and moved his lips.
"I can't believe I had to lift my foot just to do something like this."
"You can reach me even if you don't hear it."
"I was trying to stop it."
"It looks like we definitely couldn't stop it."
"It's a non-verbal expression telling you to stop teasing me."
Violet narrowed her eyebrows slightly as she spoke, and Winter responded by grabbing her wrist and lowering it.
"I keep teasing you because of your eyes."
"The look in my eyes?"
When Violet asked, Winter thought for a moment and shook his head.
"it's okay. Let's go in."
If he said that those eyes were dirty, he thought she would get concerned every time she made that look from now on, so he just kept his mouth shut.
Violet was puzzled but figured it was better not to hear about it, so she didn't ask any more questions.
As the sponsorship party began, monks came out wearing pointed hoods that covered their faces.
Parents whose sons lived in this monastery looked lonely. One of the monks spoke.
"Thank you for participating in today's sponsorship party. Because it's a monastery. I heard that the food is mediocre, but the wine is pretty good. I won't nag you, so please enjoy it to your heart's content."
The monk spoke and laughed as if it was a joke, and the people laughed along with him.
After a while, the monks poured wine for each person. Winter took a sip of wine and clicked his tongue.
"One glass of wine makes it amazing."
"Oh, drink mine too, Winter. I can't drink red wine."
"Are you not going to drink at all?"
"Yes, I don't drink it."
Winter looked excited at Violet's words and drank her wine.
The wine from Cantus Monastery was clearly superior to any wine Winter had ever tasted. He heard that at the first part of the party, wine made this year was served, and then older wines were served at the end.
While Winter was burning with determination to buy wine in bulk, Violet walked somewhere.
"Carlson?"
Then, a handsome blonde man who was far away looked back at Violet and smiled brightly.
"Violet! Long time no see!"
Violet approached happily.
When Winter turned around after hearing the two's greetings, Violet smiled happily and called out to Winter. As Winter approached, Violet introduced.
"This is Carlson, the second son of the Rowe family. You know his face, right?"
"I saw you often."
Winter asked, shaking hands without hiding his displeasure.
"What is your relationship with my wife?"
Carlson laughed cheerfully at his tone and behavior, which revealed his displeasure as soon as they met.
"There's no need to make that kind of expression. It was just a brief conversation. Because we were friends when we were young."
"We were close when we were young, so we talked about getting married?"
"Oh, It hurts, Sir."
It was only when Winter tried to break his hand for a handshake that Carlson started to get scared. Violet shook her head as if telling him not to do that. When Winter clicked his tongue and let go of his hand, Carlson whispered to Violet.
"How can someone so jealous go out like that?"
Violet looked embarrassed at Carlson's honest question. Moreover, even though Winter couldn't hear Carlson, he was looking at him like he was going to kill him.
As Carlson, tired of the look in his eyes, slowly disappeared, Winter grabbed Violet's hand. And when he looked at her as if asking her to explain, Violet answered.
"That's literally it. We were close friends when we were young, so our parents only talked briefly."
"Are they trying to marry the Princess to such a bad playboy?"
"He's not as bad a person as the rumors say."
"He's even a druggle, yes?"
Winter raised her left hand. So when Violet looked at Carlson, she could see through his sleeve that his left wrist was bandaged. Violet said.
"How can you know with just something like that?"
"Just wait and see."
"Is it not."
Violet denied it but looked a little worried.
In fact, in Winter's opinion, calling Carlson a drug addict just because he was wearing a bandage was a frame-up based
on rumors.
He just hated the fact that Violet had more to do with that man, Carlson Rowe, than he thought.
Violet's land of Long Leawood came into his mind. When he found out that the man she was paying the rent with had been talking about getting married, his mood plummeted to the point of disgust. He planned to learn about the land again as soon as this event was over.
His eyes turned to Violet, who seemed a bit excited today. Even if his wife had cheated on him for three years while he was struggling for money, he was truly willing to forgive Violet.
If the two were really related, he planned to not only deal with Carlson but also tighten his grip on her with money. Winter didn't want to be abandoned. Now he was no longer the five-year-old who waited helplessly.
Winter grabbed Violet's wrist.
"Violet."
She turned around, raised her head, and looked at the sky.
Eventually, rain began to pour from the cloudy sky. A young monk said as he ran among the people.
"Okay, we're going to stop the event for a moment, so go into the monastery!"
People hurriedly walked towards the monastery far away.
Winter immediately took off his Jacket, covered Violet's head, and then hugged her into his arms. Violet paused and said.
"You can't do this in a monastery.'
"Then what should I do? Leave you out in the rain?"
Winter mumbled and hugged Violet tightly, hiding her with his jacket.
"Hayel will bring the umbrella soon, so just stay like this for a moment."
Violet slowly closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his wide, firm embrace.
When she was hugged by him, she could hear his heartbeat. The sound of the heart awakens the dying vitality in her heart.
Violet pulled out of his arms for a moment, letting the rain run down her cheeks. It was because she was crying, but Winter quickly got annoyed with her and hugged her again.
"I'm doing this even if you don't want to."
"Winter."
"What?"
"In the capital... I want to go quickly."
"I went to a tea party once and it really annoyed me. I wouldn't want to go there every week."
"There are things like that, but... I just wish I could live alone with you."
Winter spoke, unconsciously pressing his lips to her head, which was covered by his jacket.
"Of course."
"And I don't like it being like this. Even a little."
"... I'm glad."
At that time, Hayel brought an umbrella.
"CEO!"
"Why are you so late!"
"I jumped!"
Hayel responded and held out a large umbrella. Winter took it and unfolded it, and Violet looked up at him.
Winter also looked Into Violet's clear, sky-like eyes and muttered.
"I can't see anyway because of the rain and the umbrella."
Then he gently kissed her lips and pulled away.
Violet's lips opened slightly in surprise, then drew a soft line. Even though she was excited, she felt anxious about the child her husband did not want. Still, she felt somehow reassured by Winter's eyes looking at her.
Now, even without changing her body, she will be able to get to know her husband better.
The more you get to know each other, the closer you will become, and the closer you get, the happier you will be.
So, will this overwhelming longing that she felt even with Winter by her side turn into joy?
Violet desperately reached out to stroke his face, but Winter didn't feel it and raised his head, lowering the umbrella.
"The rain has stopped."
Perhaps it was a passing rain, but it was quickly stopping. Violet lowered her hand and smiled.
"I guess it was a shower."
Soon the clouds cleared, revealing a sky slowly tinged with sunset. After a while, several monks came out holding envelopes to write down donations.
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