The girl from the Aiden family, who had seen Violet at a party at the Yefimchuk family, called her out and harassed her by making her do things and making all kinds of excuses. Violet didn't know what it was, but something happened that caught her eye at the party.
Making money really wasn't easy. Violet, who had fallen asleep because she came home too late, couldn't shake her drowsiness when she heard Winter's voice and opened the door.
"Not yet. It's too far away from the appointment time."
When Violet spoke to Winter, he narrowed his eyes and asked.
"I thought you would have woken up around 10 o'clock."
"I had a lot of work to do, so I came home early in the morning."
"What? It's dangerous."
"But there is no better opportunity than being connected like this. I plan to prepare and open a store later."
Violet was a little restless, perhaps because she couldn't shake off all the sleepiness, and held up the hard papers she had placed on the floor.
On top of it, there was beautiful handwriting written by Violet herself.
"It's still a long way away, but it also has a name."
Violet, who was carelessly holding out the paper, noticed Winter with his arms crossed and one hand raised to cover her mouth. He was at a loss as to what Violet was doing right now.
"I won't show you."
She turned around to put the paper away, but Winter reached out and snatched it away.
"Let me see."
"No, I do not want."
"It's best to get business advice from me. Even if you pay money, you can't buy it. There's a line of idiots waiting to get some advice from me."
Winter said and checked the papers.
These were names that did not stand out for their creativity, such as Secret Garden or Violet Flower Shop. It was cute because it was Violet-like. As he was flipping through it, he came across a name called 'Blooming'.
As Winter looked at it crookedly, Violet took the paper away again and said,
"I don't use that."
"Why? It's perfect because it means flowers are blooming. It's also your last name. Not in three months."
"That is unknown. What do you mean?"
"You made a promise."
"You never know. Before that, I might get better again and not want to do things like divorce."
Violet, who thought Winter's words were a joke, answered firmly.
"That will never happen. You may not think it's a big deal, but I really... I know."
"How do you know? You were sure you were having another boy at that time.$
Violet looked at Winter with a vain expression.
"You don't know how I felt at that time."
"..."
"Your baby is in my womb. At that time, when I thought it existed, then..."
Violet couldn't speak anymore and closed her mouth.
Winter found out where the illusion came from through the letter.
She was just a victim. Although he also felt unfair to some extent, it was clearly his choice and his fault to criticize her child as being another man's child and to abuse her and monitor her because she was a worthless woman.
It was amazing that she stayed by his side for three years, and it was even more amazing that after her death, her body changed and she decided to live in the capital again.
He thought that if Violet had betrayed him while she had such a firm will to die, she might have died right now until she eventually died.
Did Violet ever think like this?
He hoped not. He hoped that she had never felt this feeling, as if tens of thousands of cracks appeared in her body and crumbled to the floor due to intense depression.
Winter said.
"Or, I might not be here in three months."
"I beg your pardon?"
The words were meant to relieve Violet's anger, but she looked even angrier than before, so Winter hurried to change the tone.
"I would like you to take care of the flowers for the opening party."
"Your party?"
"Yes. To be successful, you have to use everything you can, whether it's your connections or anything else. If you take charge of flowers there once, you will be connected to a powerful family."
Violet also didn't say no because she knew it was a big opportunity.
Winter walked closer and pointed to her sleepy eyes.
"The date is at 5 o'clock, so sleep well."
"Why did you come so early in the first place..."
Her body was lifted. Violet, who suddenly fell down on Winter's shoulder, asked in surprise.
"W-What is this?"
"I'm afraid you'll be too tired to even walk. Think of it as a carriage.'
He walked over, laid her down on the bed, took off his shoes, and lay down next to her. The bed was small and as soon as Winter, who had wide-open shoulders, lay down, the bed was full and his tall calves came off the bed.
Violet couldn't resist and punched Winter in the chest.
"Why are you so rude? It wasn't like this before. Besides, who gets to get into bed at will?"
"There's no need to be polite to someone you won't see in three months."
"You are a gentleman. I think manners should be ingrained in you "
"What about my subject?"
"How long are you going to belittle yourself like that?"
"I will probably be like this in front of you until one of us dies. Besides, I am the husband on paper anyway, so I can share the same bed for a while."
Violet, who is a stubborn person by nature, paused, forgetting what to say in response to the words husband on paper. But soon she pushed him away again and said.
"It's hot."
"I'm from the South, so it's not hot, Miss Capital."
Winter slyly dismissed all of Violet's attempts to push him away and closed his eyes.
After making space for Violet to lie down in this narrow bed, half of Winter's body was sticking out of the bed. Still, Violet couldn't understand why he bothered to climb into bed with her and lie down.
It was a lie to say it wasn't hot. He was actually more sensitive to heat than Violet. Even the shirt that fit his body perfectly seemed very uncomfortable as it was wrapped around his solid body.
"The shirt looks uncomfortable."
When she pointed this out, Winter started unbuttoning his shirt one by one without hesitation. Violet thought in her head that she should stop his actions, but without realizing it, she found herself staring at his chest, which was gradually becoming exposed.
Looking at his muscular, flat chest gave her a strange feeling. He looked like a male god made of sunlight. Winter took off his shirt and threw it roughly on the floor, and the delicate movements of his muscles were clearly visible as he moved.
By the time Winter lay down again, Violet was covering her face with both hands. Winter asked, frowning at her as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Is it also rude for a gentleman to take his clothes off in front of a lady?"
"Of course."
"I heard you look uncomfortable. Are you dissatisfied even if I listen well? What on earth should I do?"
"I didn't mean to take it off. It just seems that way."
"I usually take it off if it's uncomfortable. I wish you could do the same."
Violet lost her temper and started talking arbitrarily, then ended up saying what was in her heart. As Violet looked at him like he was looking at some low-quality piece of trash that no one else in the world had, Winter, groaned and went down to the bed and lay down.
"Go to sleep quickly. Before I eat you."
"People can't eat me."
"That's a conservative view."
After finishing speaking, Winter closed his eyes first. Violet didn't want to sleep, but she was so exhausted from staying up all night working the night before that she quickly fell asleep.
After a while, Winter opened his eyes and looked at Violet's sleeping face. And stretching out his hand, he brought it close to her face and stopped.
***
Three or four hours later. Violet opened her eyes and looked under the bed to see Winter asleep, covered in a blanket.
For Violet, it was extremely uncomfortable to be entangled with him like this.
Violet leaned towards Winter and raised her hand to wake him up, but without realizing it, she touched his dark, straight eyebrow.
He was always trying to look older. He had been running a business since he was very young, and because he was a foreigner and of mixed race, it was easy for him to be looked down on despite his size.
Violet used to think he looked more mature than his age, but now he looks exactly her age. Depending on the angle, he looked rather young. He was a man who cared a lot about his appearance, so it was natural that as he got older, he looked younger than his peers.
The straight lines falling from the forehead to the nose, philtrum, lips, and chin were as perfect as a famous painting. Even with his eyes closed, he exuded sex appeal. Moreover, with his top off, she could see his body like a leopard. His chest was thick and his waist was slim, making him ideal.
Violet was aware of this too, but she would never admit that the feeling that throbbed inside her when she looked at him was sexual desire. This was because she was a student who received an extremely conservative education.
Winter, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes.
"Oh, I was just about to wake you up."
Violet didn't want to be caught looking at him, so she hurriedly spoke. Winter seemed to be convinced and raised his upper body without saying anything. He asked, his face half-asleep.
"You said it was hot. Why are you wrapped up in your clothes?"
"Because I have you."
"If you don't have it, take it off?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you think there isn't one?"
"I guess there are only lewd thoughts on your mind these days."
"I guess that's what happens when you're lonely for about a year."
"Then why didn't you meet another woman? It won't be difficult,"
"Women who only run for money have no hobbies."
"No woman will approach you just for money. Even If you exclude money, you are a good man."
Winter paused at her words and asked with a frown.
"But why do you want a divorce?"
"Because it wasn't okay for me."
"That is correct."
Winter nodded and immediately knocked Violet down. Then he clasped her surprised hands and said.
"I want to kiss you right now, so please allow me."
"I thought so, so I'll allow it."
"Oh, you are so elegant."
Violet wished she could just do all three now. Because she doesn't know when to do it, she's anxious, and because of this unexplained tension every time. She might say that she only kisses when it's uncomfortable.
Violet closed her eyes tightly. Winter lowered his body and kissed her. When she didn't open her mouth, Winter took Violet's chin In his hand, parted her lips, and pushed his finger in. His fingers pressed hard against her lower teeth and her mouth opened fully.
Winter stroked her lips and the inside of her teeth with his tongue, wrapped his arms around her waist and thighs and brought her to his knees. Violet, who had been mesmerized by him lowering her head and probing all over her mouth, suddenly came to her senses, pushed him away, and asked.
"How long are you going to do this?"
"When did we set a time? Can you show me the contract?"
"We agree."
"Okay, we agree. How many more minutes do you want from now on?"
Winter asked with a frown, but she was embarrassed to ask him to stay for a few more minutes. Violet, who had a troubled expression, answered.
"I don't know, do it according to your conscience."
As soon as Violet finished answering, Winter hugged her waist and scolded her.
"Find someone's conscience."
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