How to Get My Husband on My Side

What should I say? Should I be honest and say that I got punished? But what if he got mad that I just lied? As I gulped dryly, he opened his mouth again, “No, it’s already done. That’s not the point.”

What?

He got me off his lap and picked up the clothing he had taken off. He put it on again and walked away….his body plopped on one side of the bed.

He didn’t say anything or do anything. He was just lying down with one arm across his forehead in silence, but I was scared to talk to him because of the unusual atmosphere.

Looking at the obvious outline of the man, a hint of irritation evident on my face, a cloud of gloom hung over me.

Damn it. I totally messed up again. My life and death depends on this, so what should I do now? I knew it was going too smoothly! I’m sure he was just leading me on!!

No, I couldn’t afford to be branded as a liar anymore.

I crept up on my knees and curled up next to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide it. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say… “

“What?”

“I-I was so embarrassed to tell you that I was a stupid troublemaker… Hic, I’ll never do it again. I’m so hopeless. I was wrong. Next time, just, hic, just, hit me!”

Hiccups kept coming out, so like before, I tried to stuff my fingers in my mouth and hold my tongue, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I raised my head in surprise.

“Stop talking.”

“Hic…?”

“I told you it wasn’t like that.”

His burning eyes were fixed on me. As I closed my mouth with a flinch, Izek let out a sigh.

“Come here.”

I was dragged and laid down as soon as he grabbed me.

It felt very strange to lie down with my head resting on his shoulder, grasping his iron-like forearm.

The heavy silence was disturbing.

What was this?

When I lifted my head, his eyes were busy taking me in.

Oh, our eyes met.

“I don’t know why you stop trying to breathe every time. Does that stop you from hiccuping?”

“I, hic, I thought you might have misunderstood me as a liar.”

“I hate lying very much.”

“Hic.”

a liar, you wouldn’t be lying with me

think I lied yet. Haa, it took

“Well… “

you. I’m just… better

it wasn’t soft, but

trust him? Will another day

be better to just aim for the next opportunity. Yes,

put my chin on his chest and fluttered my eyelashes,

“Are you that worried?”

a random answer. What did

but his low-pitched voice felt somehow bitter, so I changed the

you’re going to sleep here, do you want me to

“No.”

sleep with

“Do as you please.”

“Really?”

“……yes.”

up with you? Why are you acting so easy? Is

to curl up and close my eyes tightly. How long had I been doing that? I couldn’t fall asleep, so I opened my eyes again. My husband

sleeping face was so arrogant. Look at those long eyelashes. It looks like he

in college by now. I acted so mature that sometimes I forget that I’m still young. I gently wriggled and peeked at his hands wrapped

He’d stab me to death with this hand later. No, I would not die. I’d definitely survive. There was still hope……I let go of his hand and leaned my head

“You’re a fool.”

the main character. You’re the main character who

do you keep

were like my family, if you were the kind of human being

have felt so

“Good night…”

twisted straw. If possible, have some

feast. Seasoned reindeer meat, raw ham, rabbit stew, grilled herring and

carnivore’s meal itself. A person who could digest this from early morning would have been a very

the North’s best paladin was

to

like I was going

as if

nibbling since

“Ahaha, that’s… “

the bowl. You’re too

my share of the stew. I tried my best not to look small as it was my first meal with my cold-hearted husband, but it was hard to pour greasy meat stew

empty the bowl half way, Isuke had already finished the stew and herring in a bowl much larger than

much to do with appetite. How the heck was all

me to bring you some bread,

“No. Leave it.”

the servants waited diligently. They looked as nervous as ever, even tending to his breath. It felt different from eating with

wasn’t too bad that I

he’d have disappeared when I woke up. What was he thinking? I glanced at my husband across the table, emptying