Violet unconsciously bit her lip and then nodded.
"I'll consider it. Your opinion."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. When I see you..."
Violet, who was trying to look angry, smiled without realizing it.
"Maybe this really is love."
"Do you believe me?"
"No, not completely. I said I would consider it."
"That's enough."
Winter went straight to Violet's side on the second floor. Then, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and kissing her forehead, he said.
"How did you sleep well without me?"
"Yes, what about you?"
"Is there any way I can sleep? I couldn't even drink because I was afraid you would come back suddenly."
"Didn't you drink it?"
"Not at all."
Winter spoke confidently and somehow buried his face in her shoulder like a puppy that had found its lost owner and did not raise his head.
Violet said harshly.
"I'm not saying I trust you. Don't act like everything has already been resolved."
"Who said it was resolved? We are starting to understand each other. I have your love, you have my love."
Winter answered as if he understood, but did not let Violet go.
His rapid pulse was also felt by Violet. The couple still did not trust each other's feelings and felt anxiety. Joy, unknown sadness, and obsession at the same time.
They both thought that this was probably their first love.
***
James Blooming had just arrived in the South without the spirit to attend a social event in the capital, having received a telegram urgently sent to the hotel by his brother.
"The entire Blooming family that worked with Kanik has been fired, brother. How did this happen?"
The family members gathered there when he arrived at the Blooming family's Iarge conference room.
As soon as James appeared, his younger brother Drew came running.
"Brother, Kanik suddenly says they won't work with us in the future. What's going on?"
James sighed at his words.
"Winter said if we don't give him a title right away, he's going to put his business out of business all over the South."
"So, so?"
"What? Older brother! You're going to kill us all!"
"Of course, I said no."
Drew's face turned pale at his blunt answer.
Drew wasn't the only one who raised his voice. Even his uncles came forward and hurled abuses that James, who had inherited the title, had never heard before.
"Are you trying to kill our family like this?"
"You can't do it, uncle!"
"Winter is not Catherine's child, so of course Catherine is against it."
James looked troubled
"How connected have you been with that Winter guy?"
"How much? How can you, the head of the family, be so indifferent? Since you sold a large part of the estate to Winter, even distant relatives of the Blooming family have been involved in that guy's business."
"Why on earth did you do such a dangerous thing! You rely on a bastard!"
"How dare you have the qualifications to say such a thing!"
"That's right, uncle! You are the one who
lived completely dependent on that bastard!"
James felt suffocated by the criticism he had never heard in his life. He wanted to run away like this. Said James nephew, Casey.
"The bigger problem is that Brother Winter didn't just open the place for us because he cared about the Blooming family. If you are connected to our family, the ancestors of the South, you can reach out to any part of Wahoson. In fact, his influence is spreading throughout the South."
James's face, which had been indifferent to household chores, gradually turned white. Only then did he face reality for the first time. He had always thought that he was raising a son of bad blood. But now, he realized that he was just living in a paradise created by a bastard, completely unaware of what was happening in reality.
"Brother, go right now and apologize to Winter. There is no solution other than that."
As Drew spoke with his eyes wide open, the other Blooming people next to him also nodded and added one word each, telling him to apologize immediately.
***
While the Blooming family was upset, Violet and her husband began preparing to go to the Ileston family & succession ceremony.
They planned to arrive three days in advance to see how they would use the northern villa.
Since Hayel had taken care of all of Winter's luggage anyway, his attention was entirely focused on Violet's luggage. The morning he left for the northern villa, he had something planned.
When Winter secretly opened the door at the sound of a knock, Jen with bright eyes was standing in front of her, holding out clothes for Violet to wear.
"I brought it here, Sir!"
"Yes."
"If possible. I don't entrust my little lady's belongings to other people. but I can trust the CEO. You ironed clothes amazingly!"
Jen dropped off Violet's clothes and Winter carried them inside.
There were times when he didn't like it when someone else ironed his clothes, so he had to iron them again, especially when it was the Princess's clothes. He had to iron it even more carefully.
Winter had always been reluctant to use the maid's ironing skills but was unable to put it into practice because he was worried about what Violet would think of her husband, whose hobby was ironing.
But now, seeing that Violet says she likes him even though he's done all kinds of trashy things, he's gained confidence.
Winter bent down to fit the ironing board, which was low compared to his height and meticulously ironed his wife's clothes.
He felt an indescribable pleasure when her clothes became wrinkle-free and perfect. If a Princess who knew nothing about the lyrics heard it, she would nod her head with a puzzled face, pretending to understand. He was a bit lost at first because he had never ironed women's clothes before, but thanks to his long experience as a hobby, he was soon able to iron them perfectly.
Jen was amazed as he quietly opened the door and quickly returned the clothes to her.
"Awesome!"
"Go away."
“Yes!”
Jen answered cheerfully and then ran to Violet with her clothes before coming back and asking.
"Can I tell you that the CEO is the bridge?"
"Tell me secretly. If anyone finds out you'll be fired immediately."
"Sure, I'll tell you secretly!"
Jen said and ran excitedly.
***
Violet was having a hard time because her cramps did not subside even after drinking a whole cup of lukewarm water with lemon. If the chances of getting pregnant were low, there was only one way to increase the chances. Trying it multiple times.
Violet unconsciously bit her lip. She was confident in not giving up on anything and trying until she succeeded. However, the problem was getting her husband to tell him to try it. Just thinking about how she could say something like that made her eyes turn dark.
As she saw in the book, taking off her clothes and waiting for him in bed was something she couldn't do even if she died and woke up.
What should I do? What should I do?
As Violet was thinking blankly, one of the maids who was tying the ribbon around her waist spoke.
"Little madam, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
"Not at all."
Before Violet could speak, another maid spoke with wide eyes.
"For some reason, you've been looking for water since morning! Aren't you really sick?"
"It's okay. It's a shame because I'm so healthy."
"When do you say little madam was health..."
"That's right! I'll bring a doctor."
It was a time when everyone was worried about Violet's condition. She looked at my clothes for a moment and then she said.
"It's true, I was thinking about something else. More than that, the clothes are unusually worn today. It's neat."
When she recognized it, Jen grinned next to her. It was obvious that Winter would be excited if she told him what Violet said. She whispered softly to Violet.
"The CEO did the ironing himself."
"What do you mean?"
"The CEO's hobby is ironing clothes. This is a real secret. Only the secretary and I know."
Violet nodded with a surprised face.
" I'll keep it a secret. Thank you for telling
me."
Violet, wearing a gray blouse, a dark blue skirt, and dark gray shoes, stood up. The heel was higher than usual, but it fit her foot well and wasn't too uncomfortable.
Rather than ironing clothes. Growing up she never once heard of a nobleman ironing his clothes.
Violet said while looking in the mirror.
"My already pretty clothes look even prettier when you iron them so well."
"The little lady is pretty."
A maid next to her couldn't help but laugh. While Violet was smiling and greeting him, Winter, who was always impatient and couldn't wait until the end for her to dress up, suddenly appeared.
He looked Violet up and down as he looked back at her and said.
"Why are you wearing your shoes already?"
"I wanted to see if it matches well with the clothes. Winter!"
He quickly picked up Violet and turned around. She heard the maids laughing and Hayel sighing. Violet's face turned bright red and she punched Winter's chest without causing any pain.
***
"What are you doing, really?"
"So who's wearing shoes already?"
"Looking at other people..."
"It's not an outsider, it's all the guys who work here, so what does it matter?"
Winter grumbled angrily.
"You should fire all those maids because you lose track of time when you start dressing up. Don't you think you're some kind of toy for them?"
"Try to touch at least one person."
"What will you do if I touch you?"
"I will find and hire them again."
"Oh my God, I must be so violent."
Winter sarcastically arrived at the carriage and dropped Violet off.
The carriage that would take them to the northern villa was so huge that even a King could not have ridden in it. Winter said as Violet looked at the carriage with a shocked expression.
"This is capitalism. If you spend money, you get what you pay for."
"It's shocking..."
As she spoke, Hayel followed behind her with a bag.
"But the CEO doesn't have much money compared to his assets."
"What does that mean? Don't you have any material desires?"
"Yes. So you don't have many luxuries."
"Say, there are no luxuries?"
"So, if you compare it to assets..."
Every word Hayel said was shocking. He continued.
"After all, most of the CFtO's assets are real estate."
Although Winter had said that most of hia assets were hotel properties, she had never really thought about it specifically.
"Now that you are liquidating some of your southern real estate, you will have a lot of cash."
Winter glared at Hayel's harsh words as if he were saying something useless. However, Hayel quickly continued reporting to Violet.
"The CEO declared war on Warhoson."
What do you mean by war? Hayel continued as Violet looked at him with wide eyes.
"He said that if they didn't hand over the title, he would close down his business in the South. He's already doing it."
Those words reminded Violet of the day her husband had argued with his parents, and how he had begged her not to abandon him. Violet's position becomes awkward once she realizes that he has decided to attack not just his parents, but the entire South.
When Violet looked at Winter, he spoke calmly.
"It's true that the whole of Warhoson ostracized and bullied you."
"So you're challenging the entire South to a fight?"
"I can live with just this mansion and garden. I will sink the South, even if it means robbing me of everything else."
"..."
"So, if you become a beggar. I want you to let me sleep here. You like me."
As Winter sneered. Violet looked back at Hayel.
"You must have a hard time working with such an unpredictable person."
"I'm able to survive thanks to my little madam."
Hayel answered and pretended to cry.
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