On the day Violet and her husband joined in a room, Violet’s doctor, Beryl, was called by James Blooming.
James paid a lot of money and ordered that if Violet showed signs of pregnancy, he would unconditionally answer that she is pregnant.
Beryl, who is now called to Violet’s bedroom, examined her with a trembling hand, but an expression of no concern.
He soon found out that Violet was not pregnant even though she had the same symptoms as a pregnant woman. James’s medication will cut her menstruation for the time being, and she will suffer from nausea and fever. Still, she was not pregnant.
The money he received from James had long been spent on his young son’s school expenses.
Winter was famous for pulling out the bone marrow of people who damaged his, so if he got caught now, everything was over.
Beryl reacted more violently to hide his fear.
“Congratulations, little lady! You’re pregnant.”
Violet, who paused at the words, asked carefully.
“Is that…… really?”
“Yes, I-it is.”
At that moment, there was a bright light on Violet’s face. She struggled to get up with a heavy body.
Even though the expression of emotions was not strong, joy was smeared in her gestures and voice.
“Keep it a secret from others for a while. My husband doesn’t want children, so I’ll have to tell him myself.”
“Okay.”
Violet patted Beryl’s arm.
“It’s because I’ve been feeling much better since you came. I don’t know how to explain…….”
Beryl was shaken again by the consistent warm greeting of the little lady. He hurriedly excused himself and ran away, soothing himself that nothing big would happen to him.
After Beryl left, Violet pressed her pounding heart with her hands to calm down her excitement.
Winter didn’t tell her why he didn’t want children, so she couldn’t know why.
She was afraid of her husband’s reaction, but at the same time, she was full of happiness.
***
The next day, the couple took a two-hour train ride from the nearest train station to Cantus Monastery, Carptown Station, then rode a carriage to the monastery for another two hours.
Violet sat in the right posture and did a crossword in the newspaper all the way. Winter said, “I’ve never seen anyone solve it before,” but he enjoyed watching his focused wife.
Entering the wide vineyard owned by the monastery, powerful people in the country were gathered. The Blooming couple had just arrived, and Ash was also there.
Violet wore a light sky blue tulle dress, with a large sapphire brooch, and a turquoise hat.
On top of that, she wore a diamond-adorned necklace and earrings, and the shoes were cream-colored leather with ribbons.
Winter wore a stylish suit and a white bow tie. The couple were dressed in the standard of a cantus-sponsored party decorated with simple but expensive jewelry.
Violet looked up at the sky and said worriedly.
“It looks like it’s going to rain. I should have worn black shoes.”
“I can just carry you around.”
When Winter talked and habitually tried to touch her hair, Violet grabbed him by the arm.
“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“I’m serious. And can’t I even touch your hair?”
“If that’s the case, you better look serious.”
“Just say you don’t want to see me.”
Violet answered, pulling down his arm.
“I don’t hate seeing you. But the monastery is a sacred place.”
“Oh, like our bed?”
“……It’s disrespectful.”
“Why is it disrespectful for a couple to talk about their sacred bed?”
Violet stood on her toes and covered his mouth with both hands because she thought that if he answered more, what Winter said would only get worse. Then Winter smiled, bent down, and moved his lips.
“I can’t believe you have to stand on your toes to do this.”
“I can reach you even if I don’t raise my feet. I’m trying to make sure it stopped.”
“It looks like you couldn’t stop it.”
“It’s a non-verbal expression to stop teasing.”
As Violet creased her forehead slightly, Winter answered, grabbing her wrist.
“Your eyes always make me want to tease you.”
“My eyes?”
When Violet asked, Winter thought for a while and shook his head.
“Forget it, let’s go in.”
He just shut up because he thought after this, she would be worried every time she made that expression if he said that her eyes were revealing.
Violet was curious, but she assumed that it was better not to know, so she didn’t ask more.
When the sponsorship party began, monks came out wearing pointed hoods to cover their faces.
Parents with their sons in this monastery looked lonely. One of the monks opened his mouth.
“Thank you for joining today’s sponsorship party. I heard that the food is shabby because it’s a monastery, but the wine is pretty good. I won’t nag you, so please enjoy it.”
The monk said it and smiled as if it was a joke, and the people laughed along.
After a while, monks poured wine to each and every person. Winter took a sip of wine and clicked his tongue.
“That’s a great wine.”
“Oh, drink mine, Winter. I can’t drink red wine.”
“You’re not going to drink at all?”
“Yes, I’m not drinking.”
Winter even inhaled the wine with an excited look at Violet’s words.
The wine at Cantus Monastery was clearly superior to any wine Winter has ever drank. He heard that the first wine made this year was served at the beginning of the party, and the older wine was served later at the party.
When Winter was eager to buy wine in bulk, Violet moved somewhere.
“Carlson?”
Then a blond handsome man who was far away looked back at Violet and smiled refreshingly.
“Violet! Long time no see!”
Violet approached with joy.
Hearing the greetings of the two, Winter turned around and Violet smiled happily and called Winter. As Winter approached, Violet introduced them.
“This is Carlson, the second son of Low Family. You know his face, right?
“I saw it often.”
Winter asked, holding out his hand for a handshake without hiding his displeasure.
“What’s your relationship with my wife?”
As soon as they met, Carlson smiled pleasantly at his tone and behavior, which revealed his displeasure.
“You don’t have to look like that. We used to be engaged for a short while. We were close when we were young.”
“You were close when you were a kid, and got engaged?”
“Ouch, it hurts, Lord.”
When Winter tried to break the hand he held for a handshake, Carlson slowly got scared. Violet shook her head as if not to.
Carlson whispered to Violet when Winter tsked his tongue and released his hand.
“How can such a jealous person just go outside like that?”
Violet looked embarrassed at Carlson’s honest question. Moreover, Winter was looking at Carlson as if he was going to kill him even though he couldn’t hear him.
As Carlson, fed up with that look, crept away, Winter grabbed Violet’s hand. And Violet replied as she looked as if to explain.
“Literally. Our parents, who were close since young, just arranged it by themselves.”
“Did they try to marry off a bad womanizer and a princess?”
“He’s not a bad person like the rumor.”
“He’s even a druggist.”
“……What?”
Winter raised his left hand. So Violet looked at Carlson, and she could see his sleeve with a bandage on his left wrist. Violet said.
“How do you know from just that?”
“You’ll see. Is it not.”
Violet looked a bit concerned while denying it.
In fact, it was a rumor-based trap when Winter said he went to a pharmacist even with a bandage on his face.
He just hated the fact that Violet was more involved with a man named Carlson Low than he thought.
In his head, Violet’s Long Leewood land came to mind. When he found out that the man who received the tenant’s fees even used to be engaged to her, he felt disgustingly depressed.
He was going to find out about the land as soon as the event was over.
His eyes turned to Violet, who was somewhat excited today.
Even if his wife cheated on him while he was hanging on to money for three years, he was truly willing to forgive Violet.
If the two were really in a relationship, he was thinking of dealing with Carlson and also providing Violet with more money. He didn’t want to be thrown away. Now he was not the five-year-old who only waited helplessly.
Winter grabbed Violet by the wrist.
“Violet.”
She looked back and looked up at the sky.
Rain eventually began to pour from the cloudy sky. A young monk ran among the people and said.
“Now, I’m going to stop the event for a while, so go into the monastery!”
People hurried to the monastery far away.
Winter immediately took off his jacket, covered Violet’s head, and hugged her. Violet paused and said.
“You can’t do this in the monastery.”
“Then what should I do? Leave you in the rain?”
Winter mumbled and hugged Violet that was hidden in his jacket.
“Hayel’s going to bring an umbrella soon, so stay like this for a second.”
Violet slowly closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against his massive, hard arms.
When held by him, she could hear his heartbeat. The sound of the heartbeat wakes up the life that had faded in her mind.
Violet briefly escaped from his arms and let the rain flow on her cheeks. It was because she teared up, but Winter quickly became irritated and hugged her again.
“I’ll do this even if you don’t like it.”
“Winter.”
“What.”
“I can’t wait to go to the capital……”
“I got really annoyed after going to the party once. I wouldn’t want to go there every week.”
“There’s that, but…… I just want to live with you alone.”
Winter unknowingly put his lips on her head, which was covered with a jacket, and continued.
“Sure.”
“And I don’t hate doing this. Not a bit.”
“……Thank goodness.”
Then, Hayel brought an umbrella.
“My Lord!”
“Why are you so late!”
“I ran here!”
Hayel answered back and held out a big umbrella. Winter picked it up and unfolded it, and Violet looked up at him.
Winter also murmured while looking at Violet’s clear sky-like eyes.
“They can’t see it anyway because of the rain and the umbrella.”
Then he gently kissed her lips and pulled away.
Violet’s lips opened a little with surprise, and then drew the line gently.
Despite the excitement, she felt uneasy about the child her husband didn’t want. However, she was relieved to see Winter looking at her.
Now she will be able to get to know her husband more without changing their bodies, and if they know each other more, they will be closer and happier.
Then will this vague longing that I felt even when Winter was by my side turn into pleasure?
Violet reached out her hand eager to stroke his face, but Winter didn’t feel it and raised his head, lowering his umbrella.
“The rain stopped.”
Maybe it was a passing rain, or it was rain that stopped right away. Violet lowered her hand and smiled.
“It must have been a shower.”
Soon, the clouds were cleared and the sky gradually colored with sunset. After a while, some monks came out with envelopes to write down the donations.