Scarlett returned to the capital by tram, pausing for a moment to look at the tram heading west towards the Doomfelt Lands.
The College of Engineering, and the objects placed in the laboratory, all with Victor's help.
Although she hated him, she felt she had to thank him, so she took the tram to Domfelt.
The capital was cold all January, but not as much as the barren plain where the college is.
I arrived at Domfelt a little after four, and the sun was setting towards the West Sea.
When she entered the palace, Blight appeared: “You came?”
Blight was accustomed to Scarlett coming at any time, so he greeted her normally.
He drove it and said, “It’s too cold.”
“Indeed”
Scarlett followed him up the stairs to Victor's office.
He knocked four times: “Sir.”
An additional knock signaled Scarlett's arrival.
The door was cold because of the winter, so Victor opened it for her as usual.
He looked at her for a moment, and she looked at him, then Blight backed away.
Victor asked: “Scarlett, do you love me?”
“What?
Yes”
Scarlett sighed, answering without thinking under the influence of his gaze.
She thought about how to fix the situation, but Victor smiled: “Okay.”
It had been a long time since she had seen his smile.
He approached and held her hand: “Let’s go to the Cedar Forest.
Didn’t you say you wanted to visit it?”
She almost asked if the forest was exclusive to the Domfelt family, but she realized that he had forgotten about their divorce.
She hesitated, then nodded: “Yes, I want to go.”
“We'll be going soon”
Victor asked for his coat.
Scarlett felt that the atmosphere of the palace was different than it had been on her last visit.
She noticed a vase containing pink roses without thorns, perhaps ordering the maids to remove them.
Have I burdened them with my tasks?
I felt guilty.
I noticed Victor's hand as he took off his white gloves and put on leather gloves.
His hand was incredibly soft for a military man, but a long gash on his finger caught her attention.
If she were still his wife, she wouldn't have left this wound.
She came closer and said: “Show me your hand.”
He looked at her, then extended his right hand.
Scarlett frowned at the sight of the wound: “How did you get injured?”
He didn't answer.
She frowned and looked at him: “How were you hurt?”
“With a rose thorn.”
Scarlett paused.
He added: “You were always removing the thorns.
Now I understand why.”
Scarlett remembered the pain of the prick, so she frowned and touched the wound.
Maybe he was the one removing the thorns now.
They headed to the cedar forest.
The forest was beautiful yet scary, where nature takes over man.
“It's beautiful”
“Kind of”
The scent of the forest from Victor soothed her and made her heart skip a beat.
“Victor”
She looked at him, and he looked at her: “Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“I love you”
She laughed, thinking that might be the most he could express.
Late at night, Victor lay quietly next to Scarlett.
She looked at his face, and extended her hand to touch his cheek and kiss him.
But he got up: “Why?
You don’t want to?”
He looked at her: “How could I not want to?”
“So you don’t refuse?”
“I am not averse”
He would not partner with a woman who had lost her mind.
But she remembered the coldness of his responses during their marriage, and she felt that she alone was happy with the intimate moments.
As if she was talking alone or loving alone.
Sometimes I hated his calmness.
She would let him kiss her if she clung to him, but he didn't.
She sat on his knee, facing him: “Look at me, Victor.”
“Don't you want to touch me?”
Victor laughed when she asked annoyedly.
She felt embarrassed and tried to get up, but his hand grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.
She felt dizzy from his strength, and tried to kiss him, but he blocked her with his hand: “It can’t be.”
“can”
“How do you know?”
“I say it can, so why not?”
She thought her heart had been burned to ash, but it still flickered, ready to ignite again.
Will there ever come a day when this man is swept away by the fires of passion?
Does he make mistakes, suffer for what he does not have, and cry over a lost love?
“I hope it collapses,” she said.
As had happened to her in the convent, she wished his heart would break and roll on the ground.
She wanted to collect his fragments and return them to him.
She wanted Victor Domfelt to feel the fear of intense love, otherwise she would not close her eyes even in death.
“It will be difficult”
Scarlett sighed, removed his hand, and got off his knee.
I headed towards the door, and he got up and walked with long steps to put his hand on the door.
I looked at him: “If you’re going to do this, let’s sleep separately.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t leave you alone if I sleep next to you.”
Victor laughed as he saw her speaking with her soft lips.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him: “Touch.”
“Didn't you say it couldn't?”
“If you want to, do it.”
He whispered in her ear: “Destroy me.”
Scarlett froze, then let out a moan.
Her hands surrounded his slim waist.
I felt comfortable in his inhumanly trained body.
She raised her head and extended her hands to hug her.
If you ignore, nothing will happen.
Today, she will take it because she wants, and tomorrow she will pretend that she has come to her senses.
She wanted to know what he was thinking when he asked her back.
Is it honor, desire, or love as he says?
Maybe one night will reveal it.
Victor picked her up like a light object and headed to the bed, sitting with her on his knee.
She looked at him with a different feeling of tension.
His face was the same, but after he asked her to destroy it, his neutral expression was no longer annoying.
She grabbed his face, pulled him towards her, and bit her lower lip.
She took his hand and put it to her mouth.
When he tried to stop her, she hit his hand and glared at him.
Victor laughed sarcastically, but she did not like his calmness.
When she made him touch her neck, he leaned down and kissed her.
She was surprised, but she touched his neck and shoulders and kissed him.
I thought she was just taking advantage of him.
I hated him, but he is an undeniably perfect being.
And he was a good kisser.
Haven't tried anything else, but I've heard that kissing doesn't make everyone lose their minds, it's subtle apparently.
Maybe you learned that from Nina Hunter and other women.
Are you also tired of that guy who never lights up?
So Nina Hunter didn't wait for him to come back and left.
Scarlett laughed sadly.
Victor moved away a little and asked: “Why are you laughing?”
“Perhaps I would have waited for you.
Even if you had not returned from the sea.”
“A year, ten years, like a fool...”
Whenever I remember Scarlett in love, I feel sad.
Victor asked: “Why are you talking about another woman here?”
“I suddenly remembered her”
“You shouldn't do that.”
He spoke like someone calming a child, and pulled the straps of her pajamas.
When she tried to stop him, he grabbed her wrists behind her back.
I was surprised, and the tie was loosened.
He looked at her and said, “Isn’t it, Scarlett?”
“Don't talk like I'm a child.”
He laughed and nodded: “I'll be careful.
This is something for adults.”
Despite knowing her discomfort, he did not let go of her wrists, lifted her pajamas, grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him.
If this is a short lie reward, it may be worth repeating.