A year after getting married, the wife sitting across from him asked. Winter, who had remained silent for fear of exposing his lowly self, opened his mouth.
"I hate theater."
"Ah... That can be true. Sometimes people get bored... Or they don't like things that are dark and loud."
Embarrassed, Violet worked hard to package Winter's words. Winter felt uncomfortable with Violet's actions, which he was trying hard to control. Violet, who had recovered in her own way, put the meat boiled in rich broth into her mouth until it became watery. After swallowing her food, she opened her mouth again.
"Are you going to stay in the South for a while now?"
"Well."
"It's been a while since I came to the South, so I don't know much about the geography here. Can you recommend a place worth visiting?"
"..."
Winter put down his fork and pointed a finger at the butler. As the butler approached, he nudged Violet.
"Let's go together."
"Yes, I understand."
Then Violet paused and then smiled.
"Thank you for your concern."
"..."
"And... work leisurely."
"Don't meddle."
"Sorry."
After that, there was silence again. Violet smiled sincerely and tried to make eye contact, and Winter finished his meal as quickly as possible and entered the office.
***
This seems to be the main thing.
Winter thought as he looked at Violet, who froze when she saw him getting shot, he realized now that she wasn't asking for recommendations on what to do in the South, but rather asking for a date to go out together. She often curved the corners of her eyes and smiled, but at the same time, Winter pretended not to notice the trembling of her eyes and lips that revealed the obvious sadness.
It looked like he was going to die like this. Seeing that he remembered this, Winter, who fell down in his seat immediately saw Hayel running up and shooting Carlson.
He looked for Violet again through blurred vision. She was safe but contemplative. He grabbed his bleeding stomach with his hands.
'Damn, my Princess is going to cry. My wife didn't cry too much when she was sick, but she often cried when others were sick.'
His body fell to the floor, probably because he wasn't strong enough to pretend that nothing had happened even after being shot. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes like this, he would never be able to open them, so he somehow came to his senses.
Did I tell my wife I love her? Have I ever looked straight into her eyes and said out loud the obvious fact that you are my world?
He couldn't die like this. He hadn't even been able to show her around the southern part of the country yet, he couldn't even apologize for rejecting her date request that day.
Even though he tried to live, his eyes kept closing.
As soon as he shot Carlson, Hayel ran to the carriage and shouted to the workers.
"Take off the chair! All of them!"
Immediately, the workers rushed into the carriage and started tearing down the chairs. Violet walked next to Winter as he was being carried on a stretcher, and without managing to stumble, she wrapped his wrist and checked his life.
The doctor, who always travels with the couple, climbed into the carriage and shouted, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Please bring clean water and a towel. As much as possible!"
Several maids rushed into the villa and the servants laid Winter down in the carriage. As soon as the water and towels arrived, the carriage with Winter, the doctor, and Violet took off.
The doctor said to Violet as he continued to check that the bleeding was stopped.
"Please continue to talk to the CEO and check his state of consciousness."
At those words, Violet nodded her head loudly, clasped her hand in Winter's hand, and said.
"Come to your senses, Winter, can you see me?"
Winter looked at Violet, his eyes bloodshot from the pain he endured. Violet was smiling, meaning it would be okay. He was thinking of his wife's trembling lips, as he endured his harsh feelings of inferiority.
Violet's expression was just like that day. A face that forces a smile even though it is too sad to bear.
What can I say, you always try to smile like that. Even a scumbag like me is your husband. What do you like about a guy like me? Why do you like me? Why do you love me?
It's because she's never lived with another man. It's because she never dated someone else.
That's why Winter is satisfied with himself. Because Violet is naive. Winter wanted to tell those true feelings like a joke, but he couldn't open his mouth. He knew that he could only say one word, so he spoke with all his might.
"...I'm okay."
As he said that, Winter regretted it. If he could say one word, he would say I love you. If he dies like this, he will regret it until he dies again. On the contrary, it was Violet who made the joke he wanted.
"What fool would provoke a man with a gun? You are such a strange person. I also feel strange loving such a strange person. You know what? When I left you and stayed in Chiron. There were many times when I felt like you were next to me. There were times when I would wait before eating to see when you would come home. You are my first love, but you will also be my last."
Violet, Our Princess.
Even if I am reborn, I think I will remember you.
Winter held Violet's hand with all his might. And he desperately said something to Violet with a cold sweat on his face.
"Princess."
When Violet bit her lip and nodded, Winter could barely continue speaking.
"I love you."
"..."
"Really."
After saying that, he used up all his remaining strength and closed his eyes.
He felt with his whole body that his life was slipping away as if it were someone else's. Just when he was thinking if it was the end, strangely enough, he came back to his senses for a moment and heard Violet's voice whispering in his ear.
"The year I was six and you were twelve. If it was you who fell on that cold road, if I took the weakness of your heart if that is why we made a vow, then give me your pain again this time. Instead, take whatever you can buy with it, be it my blood or my life. It's definitely possible. Your clan's God must be looking after you..."
What does that mean?
Violet...
What on earth does that mean...
Winter closed his eyes and lost consciousness, wondering about the voice he heard in his dream.
***
Perhaps because of the sound of firecrackers, this commotion did not easily spread outside. There was also a benefit to Hayel's ability to quickly crack down on joining the group. Several reporters who had come to cover the succession ceremony noticed the accident and were snooping around, and Hayel persuaded them that he would send them the materials later.
After completing the settlement, Hayel found Giannis, who had his subordinates take Carlson straight to the police station, and hurriedly gave him an outline of the incident. Just as it was problematic for Kanik that its one and only CEO suffered a life-threatening accident, Giannis did not want to make it widely known that such an unpleasant incident occurred at a large event such as a succession ceremony.
Hayel said, lowering his head.
"I'm sorry, but I would appreciate it if you could help me resolve the issue, Master."
"I will do that. I hope Lord Winter recovered."
"Yes, thank you."
After Hayel greeted him politely, he immediately left for the hospital.
Giannis immediately led his men to the backyard. He raised the lantern he had brought with him to first see where Carlson and Winter's blood had flowed.
"It's more serious than I thought."
There were only a few drops of blood where Carlson was, but not where Winter was. There was a lot more blood than expected, so it seemed likely that he would lose his life on the way to the hospital.
When his men tried to approach him, Giannis stopped them.
"I'll do it here."
"Yes? Let us do it. Why would you do something like this..."
"It's because I wanted to use my body after pretending to be a master for a while in preparation for the succession ceremony, Give me the shovel."
Giannis took the shovel from a subordinate who was hesitant to let him do the work. He then dug up the dirt where Winter was and turned it over, destroying the evidence with his own hands.
Although he hated Winter Blooming so much, he felt pity and concern when he saw the spilled blood. Violet, who had to endure that, was also extremely pitiful.
'He has to survive for Madam.'
With that in mind, Giannis tamped down the dirt and cleared the area where the gunfight took place.
A fun summer party was going on outside, but Violet, unable to even wipe the blood from her hands and hair, was sitting in the hallway of the hospital, a 20-minute carriage ride away from the villa. The condition was so serious that even doctors from other hospitals rushed to join him.
Jen and Flip, who came with them, stamped their feet to try to get Violet off the cold floor, but she didn't budge. Jen spoke almost pleadingly now that Violet had been acting like she was dead for hours.
"Little madam, the floor is full. Please go somewhere, yes?"
No matter how much she said, Violet couldn't hear her, so Jen's voice eventually became louder.
"Liule madam!"
Only then did Violet raise her head and look at her. Jen held out her warm milk.
"Please at least eat this. Is the CEO strong?"
"He'll feel better soon."
At Jen's rant, Violet briefly returned to her usual soft self and nodded.
"Yes I need to come to my senses before my husband wakes up..."
"Sure. You should do that. You can't be lying down when the CEO wakes up."
As if Jen's persuasion worked, Violet took the warm milk she gave her and took a sip. Flip was also fidgeting with the blanket behind him. As he was trying to find the right moment to hand it to the little lady and not get rejected, Violet beckoned.
"Give me that too."
"Are you sure?"
Flip knelt down next to Violet and carefully covered her with a blanket, while Jen also squatted down next to her and put the blanket on her.
"The secretary will come after he finishes cleaning up."
"I see."
Violet nodded, but in fact, she wasn't really listening to any of what was being said next to her.
At some point, Violet began to feel uneasy about Winter Blooming.
Looking back, Winter never valued his life for even a moment. Even the day Violet first pulled out a gun in front of him, he willingly pointed at his heart.
Violet used to hate life for a moment, but now she loves life so persistently. But she couldn't bear to hate Winter, who was willing to point a gun at himself.
For the first time, he said with all his sincerity the words, "I love you." It was clear that he expected to die.
On the contrary, he did not believe in Violet's love.
He believes that the garden replaces his love. What Violet really needed by her side was still the garden, not him.
It was only after Violet's thoughts reached that point that she burst into tears.
She hated everyone who made him grow up like this. Everyone who raised him like this was ultimately the one who helped isolate her in the South.
As she began to cry, Jen and Flip's faces grew even darker.
At the age of eighteen, from the moment of marriage, Violet had been more mature, noble, and more patient than anyone else, but no one could have imagined seeing her cry out loud like a child.
While she was crying bitterly, the door to the operating room opened. And then the doctor walked out with a look on his face as if he had seen something in vain.
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