One early morning, Scarlett opened her eyes and saw Victor sleeping next to her, and her eyes widened in surprise.
She tried to get out of bed quickly, but Victor grabbed her wrist.
Since he rarely caught her suddenly, her shoulders shook.
She turned to him and asked: “Are you running away because you remembered?”
Scarlett asked nervously: “I remembered what?
Run away?”
“So, where are you going?”
“Oh, I have a fever.
I'm afraid I'll pass it on to you.”
Throughout their marriage, she never saw Victor sick.
So, she was afraid that he might have a cold because of her.
Victor got up and put his hand on her forehead.
His hand was colder than she expected, and Scarlett shrunk.
When he removed his hand, she got up too.
I felt that his behavior was different from usual and strange.
Scarlett covered her forehead with both hands.
The coldness of his hand made her feel palpitations.
When her eyes met his, she quickly lowered her hands.
Victor spoke: “You love me, don’t you?”
“What?
Yes, of course I love you.
A lot.”
He was asking a question he had never asked before.
It was almost time for him to be recognized as a royal, so maybe he had time to get closer to her, so she automatically smiled.
Victor laughed lightly at her smile: “It seems so.”
Scarlett felt embarrassed by his words and blinked her eyes without speaking.
“How can she forget that she is divorced?”
“There seems to be an energy in Doomfelt Palace that makes women lose their minds.”
“Oh my God, this is scary...”
The servants of Domfelt Palace spoke of “the woman who forgot her divorce and came to her ex-husband,” but they kept their mouths shut in front of Scarlett.
The servants prepared a breakfast similar to what they had as a married couple.
During breakfast, Scarlett acted as if she had been born into a noble family and received a perfect upbringing.
It was so perfect that my cold was not noticed after the middle of the meal.
But this perfection made the servants terrified.
In contrast, Victor showed no obvious reaction.
He ordered all calendars in the house to be hidden and warned the servants.
He let Scarlett be free.
Unbeknownst to her about the situation, Scarlett had been busy all day.
I carefully reviewed the dinner menu and prepared it for the charity event.
While she was busy, she entered Victor's office.
She usually came into his field of vision when he was home.
In the office, Scarlett touched roses in a vase, then was surprised and brought a pair of scissors.
She began to cut thorns from the roses on the table.
Victor, who was reading on the couch, looked at her.
"I'll be done quickly," Scarlett said, as if making an excuse.
"There are thorns in a strange way.
I'll remove them."
Victor returned his gaze to the book without responding, but she spoke again: “They say that growing roses has become popular among ladies.
Whoever grows the most beautiful rose wins.
I’m thinking of growing it in the greenhouse.”
“Is there a need to grow it yourf?
A gardener can do it.”
“This is cheating”
Scarlett smiled and looked at him: “Right?”
“I don't know about women's affairs”
“I think so”
Scarlett put on impractical lace gloves and trimmed the thorns.
Then she looked at Victor with incomprehension: “But, did you really put flowers with thorns like that?
It can’t be.”
“Leave it.
I didn’t know you trimmed thorns.”
Her hand stopped for a moment, but went back to clipping the thorns with a smile: “Perfection suits you.
The thorns make it look bad.”
Her hand stopped again.
When she put the roses back in the vase, Victor saw blood spread on her glove.
Victor got up, grabbed her arm and pulled her.
Scarlett looked at him with her head tilted as if to ask what was going on.
She was still smiling, the smile that Victor had trained her on since the beginning of their marriage by a teacher.
Victor removed her glove, revealing a long scratch from a fork.
With the cold and fever, it was bad.
He looked at her hand for a while, then wrapped it with his handkerchief and said: “If you are hurt, treat the wound.”
“I'm going to therapy now.
Sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?”
“You seem angry...”
Throughout their marriage, Victor demanded that she never do anything wrong, and that she always act in his best interests.
Scarlett was careful to avoid mistakes, not because she thought it was right, but because Victor wanted it.
She believed that her injury and condition were defects, that she was of no use to him, and that she did not deserve his love because of this weakness.
Scarlett smiled again and said, “I feel dizzy.
I need to lie down.”
At the beginning of their marriage, Scarlett was reckless.
How could she not, when she had worked as a maid since the age of twelve and then suddenly became the mistress of the Domfelt house.
She only knew how to light the heater and clean, and she did not know how to manage money or even simple accounts.
She talked like maids and acted like them.
So, Victor thought that she would not be able to fulfill the role of his wife when he became royal.
So, he changed it.
Victor saw no problem with this method, as he himf was raised with harsh punishments to become the perfect image of the royal fantasies of his mother.
The process of turning Scarlet Crimson, an eighteen-year-old into Scarlet Doomfelt, was naturally going to be cruel.
Scarlett ran out of the office as if ashamed of her illness.
When she returned to her room, she let out a sigh of relief.
Then she called the doctor to treat her hand.
After treatment, she told Candace, “Victor is getting weird.”
“How?”
“He keeps looking at me,” Scarlett replied seriously.
“What?”
“He usually doesn't do that, he was focusing on his work... but he looks at me a lot, and it makes me nervous.”
“Because he loves you, ma'am...”
“No, I'm sure I'm doing something wrong.
I don't know what.”
Scarlett thought, then got up to look in the mirror and asked Candace: “What’s wrong?”
“No problem, really.”
“Hmm...”
Scarlett remained skeptical.
It was a strange day for Scarlett, and an even stranger day for others.
Scarlett had a normal day that anyone would think was normal.
Victor, on the other hand, had a different day.
For the first time since the divorce, he didn't drink, and he slept in the same room as Scarlett again.
The next morning, when Scarlett opened her eyes early as usual and saw her ex-husband sleeping next to her, she got out of bed in surprise: “V, Victor?”
Victor frowned and sat down: “You were the one who broke into the place.”
“Me?”
Scarlett looked confused.
She muttered, trying to understand the situation:
“I've been forgetting a lot lately, but have I even forgotten about the divorce?”
Victor looked at her wordlessly, and Scarlett walked around the bed in confusion, trying to remember how she got here and fell asleep.
She muttered with pale lips: “I had to remember something… Ah, right.
Issac.
There was something related to Issac...”
Whenever she tried to remember, the memories faded, and a severe, suffocating headache struck her.
She couldn't stand, so she leaned against the wall.
Victor approached, complaining, and stood in front of her: “What’s wrong with the Count?”
“I don't know.
I don't remember.”
Victor laughed softly.
Scarlett leaned her head against the wall and looked at him: “What a pity, since we are divorced, you can no longer send me to the monastery.”
“I don't understand what you're saying.
Divorce makes it easier.”
“What?”
“Do you think I can't do what I want to you?”
There was no emotion in Victor's words.
His eyes looked like the eyes of a beast in a field covered in fog at dawn.
This was kind of scary because you didn't know what he was thinking: would he eat you, watch you, or would he leave?
Scarlett's fingertips began to tremble with fear.
Victor noticed this but did not console her.
Instead, he said as compensation: "I'll bring Isaac here, so you can rest.
Your condition doesn't look good."
“How do you know where he is?”
“Wherever it is, I can bring it”
Her trembling stopped at his words.
Victor smiled a smile that anyone could see was dissatisfied, and he pulled her hand and kissed her fingertips: “Indeed, you are so attached to Count Crimson that you would l me out for him.”