# 14
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At his words, Scarlett opened her closed eyes and looked at Victor.
“Should I do that?”
Muttering with an indifferent expression, Victor said: “Yes, you were always good at spoiling my mood.”
Scarlett was startled by his unexpected words, sighed nervously, and then pushed him hard.
But he did not move, but rather grabbed her wrist as she reached towards the door handle, pinned her to the door and said: “You said earlier that I signed the divorce because I wanted it too.”
“Of course”
Scarlett, a little confused, tried to pull her wrist, but his hand was like iron shackles.
“Did you hate that I quietly agreed to the divorce? Should I have locked you up like a madman?”
Her ex-husband was a stranger.
She had never seen Victor show his aggression so clearly before.
Scarlett looked at him sharply, like a monster showing its claws to hide its fear.
“What happened to you? This is not you.”
"I ask. You and my father are hiding it from me as if it were another matter. What should I have done to please you? You came to me in the middle of the night drunk, filed divorce papers, and then left. What should I have done?"
Scarlett remained silent for a while. Then, after a while, she spoke: “Didn’t you ask while you were drunk? Why did I ask for a divorce?”
“Because I was not in a rational state.”
“You are always overly rational, how much more rational should you be? You...”
Scarlett tried to ask quietly, but her shuddering breathing was the only thing audible.
Whenever she talked to this man, she felt like she was the only crazy person.
It made her feel that the problems she saw were imaginary.
'It's always me who gets emotional like this.'
As usual, Victor was looking at her indifferently, waiting for her to complete her sentence.
Unlike him, Scarlett could not hide any feeling. Even with her cold expression, her emotions were visible on her face.
Victor looked at her as if she were a strange creature from the deep sea that had never been discovered before. He did not understand why she was laughing, why she was crying, why she was angry, why she declared her love for him from the first moment without him knowing, and why she betrayed him and left him.
Victor was not alone. Many of Salantir's nobles were like that.
They despise meaningless actions, expectations beyond being noble, and excessive rationalism or emotionalism.
His world was interconnected, while hers was dispersed. In the eyes of the idealistic Victor, Scarlett often seemed unreasonable.
A knock was heard at the door breaking the silence.
“I'm Fran, sir.”
Victor reached out to lock the door, but Scarlett stopped him with a hand motion.
Victor, the gentleman, stepped back, and Scarlett opened the door.
Fran, the Domfelt family lawyer, smiled solemnly, ignoring the noise: “I found the confidentiality agreement. It was with the master’s secretary.”
He handed her a document and said: “It has been processed as compensation in the same amount. You can now rest assured.”
Scarlett looked at Victor.
Before she spoke, he had finished the agreement order.
Victor read the document, then lit it with a lighter and threw it into the fireplace.
He turned around and asked Scarlett, who was looking at him coldly: “What? You don’t like it too?”
“Everything is easy for you”
“If you had come to me first, everything would have been fine.”
Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment.
She knew that her ex-husband hated showing any disturbance in front of others.
'But what does that change?'
In the end, he didn't even try to catch her because he hated showing his drunken state. This is Victor Domfelt.
Noble blood.
Blood that does not mix with hers no matter how hard she tries.
Scarlett turned to walk, and Victor said to his secretary, Blight, behind the door: “Get the carriage ready. We are going to the Crimson House.”
“Yes, sir”
Plate ran.
Scarlett wanted to protest his decision to go to the Crimson house without consulting her, but she gave up arguing.
***
It took more than two hours to reach Crimson's house by carriage.
Scarlett stifled her sobs and discomfort. Meanwhile, Victor couldn't take the time and took out a cigarette and a lighter.
Scarlett asked: “Don’t you stop smoking indoors?”
“I would abstain when you were around.”
“You're not my wife now, it doesn't matter.”
Scarlett looked at him, then opened the window resignedly. Since they are divorced, there is no longer any need to consider each other. Or maybe he was trying to annoy her.
Victor lit a cigarette, and Scarlett tried to ignore it. But when the smoke spread into the confined space, she coughed.
Victor laughed and put out the cigarette in a portable ashtray.
“If you're going to give me those looks, why don't you just say straight? Don't smoke.”
She seemed more relaxed than he had during their marriage, despite his elegant, stuffy appearance.
Despite their bitter divorce, she felt anxious and asked, “Has something happened recently?”
“I got divorced”
“I mean something modern”
“I learned that my wife signed a confidentiality agreement with my father.”
“Looks like I deserve at least one cigarette.”
Victor Domfelt was, in Scarlett's eyes, a perfect human being. There is nothing wrong with him, and his life was like a railway heading towards success without deviation.
But after the divorce, I realized that he was not without flaws. He was a heavy smoker, had emotional issues despite being rational, and was sometimes a little stupid. He was not the perfect man in her memory.
***
Two hours later, the carriage arrived at Crimson's house.
Victor went down first and extended his hand. Scarlett placed her hand on his, and got out of the carriage with the help of the stairs that the driver had set up.
When she arrived at the ground, Victor motioned for the servant to carry her luggage. After a year of relying on herf, she felt uncomfortable being treated like a noble lady.
Victor was a gentleman who believed that a lady should never move a finger, like a flower. Neither work nor even speech was necessary for the lady. Scarlett was sure he thought her watch shop was miserable.
Scarlett greeted him: "Thank you. You're going to the palace, aren't you?"
“Maybe”
“Be careful on your way”
Scarlett said goodbye and turned around.
As she entered the front yard, Arnold and Marilyn's friends were playing around a bonfire. They didn't touch her, and when she looked behind her, she saw Victor smoking a cigarette in front of the car.
Scarlett turned silently and headed home.