After Scarlett finished a job that the aristocrats would not have understood, she put her tools aside.
Without hesitation, perhaps without realizing that her life might be at stake, she pulled the lever.
At that moment, a loud buzzing sound filled the warehouse.
“I succeeded”
Scarlett raised her head and spoke.
But even amid this loud noise, the tension between the Navy and the Army was noticeable.
Scarlett smiled with bewilderment: “It worked, didn’t it?”
Ivan was the first to take his hands out of his pockets and clapped:
"Great, Miss Scarlett!
You really fixed it!"
The others were astonished as well.
"The Crimson Family is really amazing.
I didn't expect you to fix it..." Blight said frankly.
Scarlett laughed: “Why do you trust me?”
“Honestly, not at all.
I was seriously thinking about what would happen if you failed.”
“What were you thinking?”
Waldo interjected with a sharp tone directed at Victor: “Did you intend to kill us?”
Victor laughed lightly, took off his coat and held it out.
He looked in his pockets, but there was no gun.
Ivan scolded him: “How do we work with this lack of trust?”
“There must be something worthy of trust.”
While they were arguing, the engine continued to run.
Maybe because of this, everyone stopped arguing and started smiling.
Someone shouted: “It came from the Crimson family!”
Scarlett trembled, and others shouted: “Art!”
“We survived!”
From screaming so much, Scarlett hid behind the engine in panic.
Victor laughed in surprise, grabbed her arm, and pulled her behind his back.
The soldiers celebrated the engine repair by drinking wine.
Scarlett was exhausted to the point of collapse, whether she felt comfortable or not.
I climbed the mountain yesterday and didn't sleep, then I worked on the engine.
She felt as if she had exhausted all her energy.
She borrowed a private bathroom in Victor's room.
She tried to relax with hot water, but she was afraid to sleep, so she took a shower with cold water.
“This week has been so stressful...”
Scarlett muttered, finished her shower, and got dressed.
She didn't expect to meet Victor, so she brought disposable clothes.
She was sure that Victor, who always commented on her appearance, would make fun of her nightgown.
But she had no choice, so she got out of the bathroom.
As she expected, Victor studied her with his gaze.
“Are you pretending to protest because I didn't give you alimony?”
As I expected.
She tried to think this wasn't embarrassing, but her face flushed.
“I brought it to wear and throw it away because of the weight of the bag.”
“Anyway, that means you wore it until you were like this.”
“I hope you consider me frugal.”
Victor laughed in amazement.
Scarlett felt embarrassed, so she grabbed the collar of her dress and said: “Is there an empty room?”
“None”
“Then I will sleep outdoors.
The weather is warm.”
“Hmm”
Victor did not stop her, and opened the door himf.
As on the day of accepting the divorce, he did not try to stop her twice.
Scarlett went out with her sleeping bag, but she saw an insect in the hallway and retreated in fear.
“Oh, sorry”
A soldier on guard stepped on the insect and threw it away.
Scarlett said in astonishment: “Why is she so big?”
“Because we are in the south!”
The soldier replied with a bright smile.
While Scarlett was trembling in the hallway, another soldier approached and said, “Insects that are unimaginable in the capital are appearing in the south.”
“Like what?”
She decided to sleep in the open thinking that monsters would not appear in the elite camp, but this insect made her prefer monsters.
The soldiers began to tell their stories: “I saw a forty-four-year-old as big as my arm.”
“No way!”
“Believe it!
If you don’t believe me, I will risk my life to find one...”
“Enough!”
Scarlett covered her ears, refusing to listen.
Victor approached, put his arm around her shoulders, and said sarcastically:
“Isn’t sleeping with your ex better than this?”
Scarlett rubbed her chilling arm and said, “Is that a lie?”
“If you're curious, do your own research.”
Scarlett shook her head vigorously.
They returned to his room.
Scarlett looked around and pointed to a door: “What is this?”
“closet”
“And this door?”
“My office.
You are not yet inside.”
She thought about how to sleep away from her ex, but the couch was the only option.
While she was heading towards her, Victor grabbed her arm: “Stop being stubborn.
Sleep peacefully.”
“On the couch...”
“How do I make a lady sleep on a couch?
Haven’t we lived together long enough to know that?”
Victor sat her on the bed.
Fortunately, the room was very spacious, so it didn't feel like they were in the same place.
Scarlett took off her shoes and sat on the bed.
From the huge window she saw stars that looked like they were going to fall.
“Beautiful...”
The stars, rarely seen in the capital, were deny packed in the valley.
She wondered how to sleep in her ex-husband's room, but drowsiness overcame her.
She closed her eyes in bed and fell asleep immediately.
After a while, Victor got up from the sofa where he was reading, and approached her.
He took her left hand out from under the covers and examined it.
The wound is still there.
“f-harm...”
Remember Scarlett's words.
Her claim that she didn't remember was ridiculous, and the scratches on her wrist were even stranger.
He didn't connect her lie about amnesia with the scratches, but he couldn't take his eyes off her wrist.
His mother was from the royal family, but his father was not, so he was treated like a half-prince when the royal family visited.
His mother allowed the teachers to physically punish him to avoid any mistake, and upon returning, his father would hug him and tell him that he should make the royal family at his feet one day.
In his childhood, his body was full of scratches from sticks.
Family was to him like a sticky and insistent spider's web.
Scarlet Crimson was in love with him from the first moment.
All she had was a beautiful face with seductive features, but she was always worried about not being able to give him more.
She would ask him about his day in detail, go to sleep with him, and fall asleep looking at him.
In the morning, she would whisper with a blush:
One day, she sat next to him while he was drinking, and she said he seemed lonely, so she drank with him.
She ended up drunk, unable to walk, so Victor carried her into the room.
She moaned into his embrace:
She tried to open her heavy eyes and said:
Maybe he laughed for the first time after their marriage.
It was ridiculous that she had been trained to drink to share.
He thought that love was the willingness to give, not to take, when he saw it.
Scarlett wasn't annoying.
She was happy even if he did nothing.
After a while of marriage, he thought that living like this was okay.
She was always happy, and he didn't have to do anything.
But little by little, he began to fear that she would get bored of him.
His fear gradually came true.
Scarlett was as usual, attending gatherings, and laughing when she returned.
But one day, she stopped saying she was happy, then expressed her unhappiness, and finally filed divorce papers.
Scarlett thinks Victor signed the divorce without thinking, but he had his reasons.
His wife was miserable, and he did not know how to make Scarlett Domfelt, who was tired of him, love him or be happy again.
She was happy without him doing anything.
If her feelings change while he is the same, what's the solution?
In the end, divorce was the only solution.
As he expected, he was not suitable for marriage.
The only variable was that Scarlett talked a lot about love, and that there were many beautiful women, so he thought that her beauty would fade quickly.
But he was wrong.
Scarlett was stunning even when she filed divorce papers, and even when she left with one suitcase without touching his fortune, as the marital contract stipulated, she was insanely beautiful.
Until the moment the door closed after she left, Victor thought that divorce was no big deal.
But he didn't realize how strange it was that they became strangers.
Without Scarlett Domfelt the house was as barren as a desert, and so was his life.
She should have betrayed him.
Otherwise, you won't feel guilty about it, and you'll never go back to it.
He desperately needed her guilt.
He looked at her wrist for a moment, then brought out medicine and applied it to the wound.
Scarlett winced in pain, but did not wake up from her exhaustion.
Victor wrapped the bandage, then frowned at how bad it looked: “This is too bad...”
He wasn't used to wrapping bandages, so the look was messy.
He thought about returning it, but he was afraid to wake her up, so he left it, took a book, and sat on the bed reading.