"I love you.'
So Violet said it one more time and Winter let out a shaky breath.
"I'm going to die of a heart attack in the morning."
"Do not do it."
"You're exaggerating. Humans are not weak enough to die just because of that, so keep doing it."
Winter came to his senses and pulled Violet towards him His wounds were not healed, and when Violet was about to fall,
Winter gently picked her up and placed her on his lap. Violet said.
"I'll stop, now."
"Please continue."
Winter buried her face in Violet's arms and muttered.
"Keep talking, keep talking."
In response to his repeated pleas to confirm her affection, Violet carefully stroked Winter's hair and whispered the words "I love you" several times.
As the couple slept in the same bed, the wall that had formed between them after the shooting collapsed slightly.
However, two problems still remained in front of Winter. A heart that needs to be checked by calling Harlin, and...
'Because I love you.'
Since he still could not escape the perception that love must be repaid with money, he had to pay the price of Violet's love that he could not feel at all. He had to find something to hold onto her love...
Of course, Winter also realized that the love Violet gave him was different from the love he had known until now. However, the thoughts he had while living until he was twenty-nine do not change in an instant.
He just tried to do what he knew.
Fortunately, this time, there was some growth to the point where he was willing to buy her what she really wanted.
***
The couple was both spending a month in the north and had a lot of schedules behind them. Winter, who had finished getting ready first, sat down on the chair in Violet's dressing room and said.
"So, where are you going today?"
"I'm going to see the elders before the family meeting. They said there is a luncheon today, so I have to go today."
"What time will I pick you up?"
"I'll be there around 5 o'clock."
As Violet spoke, Jen was putting earrings in each of her ears and adjusting them to her dress. As she looked at Violet in her light turquoise dress, she thought that Winter suited her wife just as well as fall.
"Take that ruby."
Jen said, feeling sorry for Winter's meddling.
"Oh, I like rubies too but these gold butterfly earrings..."
"Ruby is more flashy. She's going to fight, so she has to use something flashier."
"Well, that's right. Ah, why is there only one little madam? If there are two little ladies, you can do both at once..."
Violet was taken aback by Jen's sad voice and said.
"I'm sorry."
After apologizing, Winter muttered with a serious face.
"What a genius idea."
"Yes? Winter, what did you say?"
"No, continue."
Winter waved his hand half-heartedly and Ieaned back.
When he was waiting outside for Violet to get ready, he was annoyed and wondered what was taking so long, but looking at it from the side. He completely understood Jen's feelings.
He can try this. He can try that, he can mess with his wife as much as he wants, but it's bound to take a long time. If he were a maid, he would not have allowed Violet to go out all day and he would have been the only one to decorate and take care of him.
Jen, who finally decided on the earrings and took her hand off, looked happy.
"Why did you worry? As expected. Ruby was right."
"Thank you, Jen. I really like it today too."
Winter clicked his tongue as he greeted her affectionately. She could be touched and even greeted all day long, and for a moment the maid seemed better than her husband. Violet walked lightly and asked Winter.
"Are you waiting to be escorted?"
"Yes."
Winter took her hand and wrapped it around his arm, then picked up the shoes Jen had brought him with his other hand. He said teasingly, tuckling Violet's slippers.
"Are you wearing slippers because you're afraid I might pick you up and carry you if you wear shoes?"
"That's right."
"It's cute."
The two walked down the hallway and arrived at the carriage. As Violet got into the carriage that would take her downtown, Winter held her feet in his hands and put her shoes on, one by one.
Violet, who had taken that sight for granted, looked around in surprise. She didn't even look like she was avoiding eye contact as if she and the other employees were now used to it.
Violet leaned down and whispered to Winter.
"Since you keep wearing shoes like this. everyone knows for sure."
"What is that?"
"I got used to it because of you. What if this happens outside the house?"
"I'm originally a lowly person, so I guess being a servant is my calling."
"Winter..."
"I'm kidding. I'm not a single man and if you're the type of person who thinks it's strange that your husband lets you wear shoes, then that's wrong. It doesn't matter if you're a noble or anything."
After saying that, Winter placed Violet's feet on his thighs like a racehorse on a carriage, tied a ribbon nearly, and put her down again. And after shaking her hand, she headed to the carriage where she would ride.
After a while, as Jen got into the carriage and started off, Violet, with a blush still on her cheeks, asked.
"It doesn't look good anyway, does it?"
"What is it, little lady?"
"Having me wear shoes like that."
"Hey, he irons your clothes too, right?"
"It seemed like that. My husband ironed today too, right?"
"Yes. I heard that the CEO will always be there for special events in the future."
Violet sighed heavily. While she felt grateful, she was also embarrassed. But it's not that she doesn't like it, so she can't firmly sanction it...
Meanwhile, Violet's carriage arrived at a historic restaurant on the beach, east of the capital.
Once every three months, those in the Lawrence Family ate here. On that occasion, important matters of the country were discussed and discussed. The reason Violet returned to the capital today was to participate in this event.
Violet got off at her destination and chatted with Jen about various things before arriving at the third floor where Lawrence and others were eating.
As Violet entered the door, the people eating quietly turned to look at her. Jen was scared by the pressure, so she quickly said goodbye and left.
Ash, who always participates in this meal, sat at the head table and looked displeased while eating.
Violet's aunt, Harriet, came first.
"Violet. It's been a while?"
"Hello, Aunt."
"Yes. I roughly know why you came from Mrs. Ella Filice. They said you were trying to eliminate three seats belonging to the Lawrence family including mine."
Harriet's voice was clear and noble as if there was nothing in the world to be afraid of. Violet answered, feeling a sense of stability in this atmosphere, which would have been suffocating and crazy in Winter's eyes.
"Yes. I think that's right."
"I see."
A sharp voice broke through Harriet's soft voice. It was Violet's cousin, Ariella.
"Aunt! Please don't accept it. Whether before or now, that kid is stubborn and overly principled. Is that right in the first place? Why do you decide that? What did I say!"
At Ariella's words, Violet looked at her and opened her mouth.
"Why can't I decide?"
"Because that's Ash's decision."
Ariella said and looked at Ash. Ash didn't respond as if it was a normal thing to say and continued eating.
Violet looked at the two people blankly. Even after Violet got married, Ariella calmly expressed her feelings for Winter. She used to not have the energy to be angry about it, but not now. Violet opened her mouth.
"That's really rude, Ariella. I am also the daughter of His Majesty the late King. Even if the royal family is gone, I still have a strong right to speak out, and you shouldn't dare challenge me."
At her strong words, Ariella, who had been acting like an idiot, was speechless. Violet said, looking back at the Lawrence family, who continued eating quietly as if nothing had happened.
"Is there anyone who can support me?"
In response to her question, Ash eventually put down his silverware.
"Come here and talk nonsense, Violet. I can't stay there because I'm embarrassed."
Then Violet's other cousin. Jeff, who was eating next to Ash, stood up.
"That is correct. What kind of nuisance is this? First of all, Violet, you are from the Blooming Family, not the Lawrence Family. You can't even get involved in this place."
Then Harriet answered instead.
"Jeff, then I guess Lawrence isn't a person either."
Jeff flinched at those words and answered.
"Well, it's different from you, Aunt! Violet was given the Blooming family's last name. She also gets paid."
However, Jeff's words actually harmed his argument. It was because he knew that it was Violet's sacrifice to receive that money and marry the illegitimate child of a lowly foreigner.
Harriet said, showing her displeasure.
"That's because the royal family disappeared the moment Violer got married. To be honest, I support Violet in this situation anyway. Because she holds a seat, there are many people involved in various policies and lobbying, so it's uncomfortable."
At those words, Violet's great-uncle Anthony, the owner of another seat who was listening from afar, chimed in.
"You spoke well, Harriet. So did I. I don't feel comfortable at all."
Violet was listening to their story step by step and looking at their faces. Except for Ariella, no one raised their voice or got excited. Contrary to Violet's concerns, the ratio of approval and disapproval was about half and half. Unexpectedly, Lawrence was the first to know that her people were supporting her, the legitimate daughter.
The meal got longer and almost everyone had their say.
At the sound of a knock on the door, Violet opened it and Jen came in, whimpering and holding a large box.
"Little madam! The extras came out at just the right time!"
"Thank you, Jen. I'm sorry for making you work so much today. I didn't get to eat either, so let's eat lunch somewhere nice."
"Wow! Ah, I'll guide you to a delicious place!"
Jen was excited and put the box down on the table.
The first to take the newspaper was Aaron Lawrence, the youngest cousin who supported Ash. He checked the article and quietly narrowed his eyes. Then he turned to Violet and asked.
"Is this true? Brother Ash conspired with Lord Carlson to embezzle some of Sister Violet's property."
After saying that, Ash belatedly looked at the newspaper.
"Yes, it's true."
At Violet's words, Aaron put down the newspaper with a stern expression. Ash's expression soon changed as he approached calmly and checked the newspaper.
The deed in which Carlson received the rent from the Long Leawood land given by Winter and handed it over to Ash was engraved on the front page of the newspaper.
His expression instantly twisted and he glared at Violet.
"What kind of joke is this?"
Then Violet looked at him and answered.
"It's not a joke, it's true. There is evidence."
"When the rent was received, the land was owned by the royal family."
"But my brother was pretending to farm. No one knew that you received such a large amount of money every month. Even me."
While the two were talking, Jen, shivering under the terrible pressure of the born royals, handed out a copy of the invitation to everyone.
Violet looked at the people who were on Ash's side one by one. To them, even the sunlight streaming down her expensive earrings and shimmering on the floor seemed offensive.
With her usual neat demeanor, she took a step closer to Ash, who was clenching his fist as if he was going to kill her and whispered.
"I married a businessman. Maybe that's why I want to stop doing business that is losing money, Ash."
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