"Or did you mean something else?"
The corner of Winter's mouth slightly turned up when he overheard Violet ask that question.
There was no way he wouldn't have known that they couldn't say anything in front of him, but when he went behind their backs, they would criticize each other about his lineage.
Even though they know it, they talk behind his back and throw money at him, so all he can do is let it go. Violet looked at the lady who didn't respond and gave a light greeting.
"If that answers your question, then that's enough."
She turned around and found Winter approaching just in time, and expressed a slight sense of relief. Winter glanced at her straight shoulders. Maybe her posture was that correct, Winter always wondered. Maybe that's why, although she is a little shorter than average, she always gave the impression that she was taller.
When Winter returned to stay with Violet, Sharon quickly grabbed Auss's arm and said.
"I have something to say to Auss, so I'll go to the guest room for a moment."
"Do it that way."
Auss looked at Violet as if he was begging her to save him, but she had no intention of getting involved in what the two would solve.
Winter said as the two disappeared.
"Your friend doesn't seem to mind at all either."
"I think so. I've talked a lot about Lord Auss."
"I paid special attention to those two rooms, so I hope this helps. It's a room where romance can arise that never existed before."
"Thank you, for caring. I'm always worried because Sharon is so immature. She's running away from home, isn't she?"
When Violet sighed heavily in worry, Winter scolded her.
"Don't talk to your friends who are the same age as if they were your children."
"Did I do that?"
"You did. It even happens to me sometimes. Even though I'm older."
Violet nodded, probably thinking she should admit it.
She now slowly looked around the party. Any group was glancing at them.
Because of the bullying she received before, Violet was not willing to take a step in any direction. Moreover, since she had been away from social circles for a long time, she had no idea who the socialites were.
Winter seemed to know how she felt and whispered to her.
"Let's go together for a while."
"We're going to talk about work anyway. It's okay. I'll rest on the second floor."
"I shouldn't have spent this much money on a dress if I was going to let you rest as soon as you came."
He said bluntly, then grabbed her arm and wrapped it around his, just like Violet had done earlier. Violet glanced at him and walked along without saying a word.
When Winter appeared at a gathering of businessmen, they greeted him warmly.
"Are you here?"
"Thanks to you for inviting me, I can show some respect to my family for the first time."
Violet had seen some of them a few times in the South. When he was with them, Winter seemed lively and comfortable. He seemed like a friend more than a business relationship.
Of the eight people gathered, five were nobles and three were not. Violet was able to tell them apart by the way they spoke, their actions, their clothes, and the color of their cuff buttons or earrings.
The most obvious difference was the presence or absence of a wristwatch. Noblemen did not wear wristwatches. It was a very unusual case for Winter to wear a wristwatch even though he was the eldest son of a Duke.
Violet looked at the watch on Winter's left wrist. It was a platinum watch she gave him. He usually wears a watch that matches his outfit, but today it was more expensive than any other watch he owns. He had a strong desire for material things, but he also got bored easily. Violet rarely saw him use one item more than once.
From the beginning, he really liked that watch. Does he like platinum? Or maybe he was happy because it was an unexpected and sudden gift? Either that or maybe.
He is a lonely person even if he pretends not to be. He seemed to be delighted with the fact that she suddenly remembered him while walking down the street.
At the time, she honestly thought he was just a snob who only cared about money, but now that she thought about it, he was like that.
Thinking like that, Violet felt a little bitter and gently cupped Winter's watch with her hand.
Winter immediately asked about her actions.
"You're tired? Shall we go in?"
It seemed like he thought her actions were some kind of signal. Violet smiled and shook her head.
"No."
However, Winter immediately left the scene and walked out with Violet to the terrace directly connected to the lobby on the first floor.
"If you have something to say, say it right away."
"I just touched it because I thought it was the watch I gave it."
"You're overreacting."
"The last time you called me like this. you did something right away."
"What did you do?"
"You're dead."
Ah.
Violet then made an embarrassed expression. Her heart must have been pounding for a moment, but Winter became thoughtful and sighed deeply.
"You can't even imagine how many times I relived the situation and that day after you left."
"..."
"You died that day. Because I didn't listen to you... Oh, shit."
Winter's trauma must have been so severe that he began to find it difficult to even breathe, let alone continue speaking.
He leaned on Violet and wrapped his arms around her.
Violet, who was speechless and unable to say anything, carefully opened her mouth.
"Dead..."
Winter nodded and muttered.
"Yes. You even showed it to me. You shot yourself in the head."
"Oh my God. I did that."
Violet planned to focus on completely clearing her mind of him until May 20th, when the divorce was scheduled. She thought she had almost completely emptied herself after a year of separation, but after he reappeared, Violet's heart did not bounce around and go crazy, unlike the rigid exterior.
It was like that until now. Her heart ached as she looked at Winter, who seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Violet now realizes that shooting herself in front of Winter was a huge trauma for him.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry, Winter. I'm not dying anymore. I was sad then, but I'm not sad now.'
"How can I believe that? Even then, I thought you were... You said you were going to be brutal. I'm that stupid. I don't know how you feel. But how can I be sure that you won't die?"
"Winter."
Winter Blooming was a man who confused women. He was told that such men were usually of very poor quality.
Sometimes he acts like he likes her, but doesn't actually say that he likes her. Even though she confessed that he was her first love and that she still often gets excited about him, he didn't budge.
Confessing your feelings to someone who didn't seem to like you was painful and shameful...
Still, Winter's bloodshot gray eyes strangely kept breaking Violet's heart. He was so strange. A man who had nothing to feel sorry for suddenly became pitiful. Violet was thinking that it was probably because of the look in his eyes. His fierce and bitter eyes always felt like they were calling out to Violet. It felt like he was asking her to come to his side.
Violer was fooled by those eyes from day one. From day one, like a fool, she thought he wanted her to be by his side. She was truly the greatest fool in the world to have fallen in love with the eyes of the man he saw for the first time that day.
Violet said, patting Winter's arm.
"Go in. You should say hello to your parents."
"I do not need it. I don't do it."
Winter shook her head. And he quickly erased his bitterness and spoke calmly as if nothing had happened.
"I have a very bad relationship with my parents these days. So there's no need to talk to them."
As he took the lead, Violet followed him and said,
"The doctor sent... After the letter, right?"
"I also can't forgive my parents. It may not be as painful as you. but I also suffered."
After he responded, the two entered the party again.
Everyone tried to talk to them and showed great interest in any conversation with the Duke and Duchess of Blooming. However, since neither Winter nor Violet showed any interest in them, more and more muttering sounds were heard.
At that time, as if there was nothing eIse to do, the Duke and Duchess of Blooming approached the two people first.
Catherine stood in front of Violet and spoke in a cold voice.
"How can you do that? How could you leave without even contacting me? Do you know how much we worried about you?"
Then James joined in next to her.
"Even if you can't tell us where you've gone, you can tell us that you're doing well, right? How could you do that, having learned the example of the Lawrence family?"
Then, before Violet could respond, Catherine hugged her.
Since the hug happened in front of everyone, Violet couldn't push her away right away.
Winter's expression crumpled. Since he didn't accept it, it seemed like they immediately clung to Violet.
As Catherine let go of her, Violet greeted her softly.
"It's been a long time since I last met you."
"Yes. It's been a long time."
"You're not talking about my outfit today. How do you feel?"
"Ah. You're pretty."
"You said that the Blooming family's daughters-in-law are not allowed to wear flashy clothes for three years. Are you okay now?"
When she asked calmly, the Blooming couple's bodies trembled.
Winter, who had been listening to their conversation, asked.
"What do you mean? You shouldn't wear flashy clothes."
Violet continued speaking with a puzzled look on her face as Winter seemed to have no idea what she was saying.
"You had no idea?"
"I knew you were wearing dark clothes because someone next to you said something."
"I heard it's a family tradition."
"I've never heard anything like that. Where in the world is there a tradition like that? Are you saying you followed that as a tradition?"
"Then what should I have done differently?"
Violet was isolated.
Even if Violet didn't say anything, he knew what was going on. Winter muttered as if he had finally figured it out.
"Somehow, that's why you don't wear the clothes I sent..."
"Winter."
Catherine hurriedly called Winter. But he ignored it and continued talking.
"Did you send it back?"
Violet tilted her head at his words.
"I always received the clothes you gave me."
"The dress I managed to earn money and send to you about two years after we got married."
"Yes?"
"Why are you wearing a dress like that because you're royalty..."
Winter's expression gradually became cold as he explained things step by step.
Violet couldn't understand a single word he said from beginning to end.
Winter muttered helplessly.
" You didn't get it. You."
It's not that she refused. It's that it never got to her in the first place.
He looked towards his parents. Embarrassment spread across Catherine's face. It was his mother, Catherine Blooming, who sent Violet's dress back with a letter saying she did not like this type of dress.
"What happened, Mother?"
As Winter asked, Catherine walked over with the sad look on her face that always comforted her son and stroked his arm.
"I knew how you earned those dresses. But how will you feel when you become a mother and look at those dresses? I know you bought it while you couldn't sleep or eat properly."
Catherine was certainly wrong, but she was not wrong.
Those dresses were not easy to obtain.
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