How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 17

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Izek slammed the door as soon as I followed him in. The sound of the door closing was loud. Tears welled up in fear, but I held it in.

 

“Sit down.”

 

I hesitated and sat on a nearby chair.

 

Izek, who sighed as if he was trying to suppress his boiling anger, was in a messy state. His clothes were covered in dirt, sweat had drenched them all the way to the back of his neck, and his silvery hair was all over the place.

 

“Alright.” He finally straightened himself up, folded his arms, and gazed straight at me.

 

His eyes, which had been blazing with heat, were already bone-chilling now.

 

“Tell me what happened.”

 

What was he trying to do?

 

I gulped dry saliva down my throat, and quickly began to explain, “While riding, Lady Furiana asked me to compete till the other side, so I started first along the path she told me. Suddenly. something popped out of the bushes and grabbed my ankle and pulled me. I was trying to get out of its grasp, but I couldn’t manage since I had hit my head hard.”

 

I caught my breath, wondering whether I should tell him that I met Popo monster or not, but his expression was so unusual that I stopped.

 

His gaze was somewhat empty…

 

“Freya said you ran into the woods to play on your own. Even though she told you not to.”

 

“What? What do you mean…”

“So, Freya lied to us? Is that what you’re trying to say?” His eyes, which had been suppressing his anger, shone coldly.

 

What the hell was going on?

 

I felt like I had been hit on the head.

(T/N: You already have been hit once, sweetie.)

Why did Freya say that? Why? Why would she do that? Just because she didn’t want to take responsibility? Afraid to say that she had offered to play first?

No, it was not that. I was sure she didn’t have any animosity until today, so why would she do that? She didn’t even seem to care about me, but what was up all of a sudden? I didn’t expect to be kidnapped by Popo but she had definitely shown me the wrong way. And now thanks to her, Izek misunderstood me. I was no match for Freya here, and it was only natural for Izek to trust her more than me. Once I was branded wrong, and if something similar was repeated in the future, he would be swept away by the wrong impression. I’d be chucked into the swamps. It was something I’d learned from experience.

 

Why was she messing with me like this?

It was then that Izek, who was silently looking at me, lost for a moment, spat out in a subdued tone, “You, just go back.”

 

“What?”

 

to Romagna, I’ll send you back without

 

…what did that mean?

 

me only to

 

or Cesare was in a situation where I could not ask for divorce if I wished, and on the other hand, I was a hostage that Britannia could not easily let go of. But it hadn’t even been a month since I arrived here, and he was ready to cancel without any strings attached. No matter if he was the king’s nephew and

 

of my

 

if it wasn’t for me, my father’s spies here would do their

 

do anything and just go

 

your house. As you may have known, this is not where you belong.” His voice sounded as cold as a knife. His calm tone, which was completely

 

thought I was trying to drive

 

original Rudbeckia had ever been so hard on Freya

 

Knock, knock.

 

now turned to the door, sweeping his

 

the physician arrives,

 

“I-I don’t want to.”

 

“What?”

 

Bam!

 

chair. My leg was tingling, but I didn’t care. Instead, I hugged his leg

 

first. Even if

 

hell

 

to go back. I was wrong. It’s all my fault. Please don’t throw it away like

 

would irritate him, but there was nothing else I could

 

my knees sobbing and clasping my hands together. Izek was staring down at me with a

misunderstood what she was saying. How dare I make up that Lady Furiana lied to me? I’ll, I’ll apologize to her. I apologize

 

do whatever you tell me to do. I’ll take any punishment. Even if I’m treated

 

was

 

pulled me up. I closed my eyes,

 

you so

 

voice made

 

already aware

 

time he spoke to me in such a determined

 

with each word, his fiery gaze burning into me, “I get so annoyed with

 

“Hic…”

 

figure out why I’m so concerned, so I’m really annoyed. I’d rather you go around with a sassy smirk like this was your hometown. So, why do you keep behaving like this? What the hell are you? All you’re talking about is crap, but why am I

 

What…?

 

can’t figure it out. That’s why

 

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