How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 68

Chapter 68
 

The white marble floor and the marble statue were in harmony.

 

A crown woven of diamonds and platinum was placed on the head of the stone statue in the shape of a knight with a sword.

 

Around it, various golden statues stood in circles, and all kinds of jewelry wrapped in velvet cushions glistened like heavenly light inside a long crystal display.

 

Seashells, large tapestries, and ornate gold leaf decorations adorning the huge walls add to the ecstasy of this luxurious space.

It was like a jewelry fair, not a jewelry warehouse.

 

Another view emerged as the marble sentries climbed up the stairs.

 

A crude and simple view that contrasted sharply with the lower floors.

 

On one side, several balck heavy safes lined up in unison like guards, with majestic shapes, locked chests, and antiques covered in black sheets.

 

“It’s shabby, but this is how it is. It’s not comparable to my father-in-law’s warehouse, but this is the most expensive place in the castle.”

 

Was he being sarcastic?

 

There was nothing to be ashamed of. And even the Pope’s treasure trove would not have been enough to hold the dragon’s jewels.

 

As for this place, even if not as good as the dragon’s home, it was well-matched with its distinctive artificial splendor and secretive style.

 

“I’ve never looked at my father’s treasure trove, so I don’t know how to compare. Only my father and older brother can enter there.”

 

Even Enzo couldn’t get in his way.

 

It was obvious that Enzo, the playful one, would pick up whatever he wanted and use it to have fun.

 

“Really? That’s surprising.”

 

“What’s in those coffers?”

 

“Similar stuff, trinkets or old weapons cherished by ancestors. All the coins we put in that chest are as old as fossils, and the old-fashioned furniture over there is old enough to have become dust if it hadn’t been preserved as sacred.”

 

I couldn’t tell whether this was sarcasm or playfulness, so I stopped laughing.

 

Old-fashioned furniture, even the golden-legged tea table under the tablecloth would be worth a fortune now.

 

“So, it’s more like a real treasure trove. It’s not just expensive and fancy, it’s a history of blood that no one can buy.”

 

“I’d like to show you everything, including the safe, but I don’t have time.” Izek, who murmured, put his gauntlet arm around my waist and pulled me close to his arms.

My ears started burning.

 

“You can show me later.”

 

“That’s right, but do you like it?”

 

Is that even a question?

 

Suddenly, I felt like this might be some kind of trap.

 

For example, a nasty attempt to test my greed….

 

“There’s no jewel as big as the shameless lizard boy’s though.”

 

…what nonsense is this?

 

my sense of humour and looked

 

his head with a shamelessly innocent

 

“Are you upset?”

 

honestly don’t even know if the jewelry

 

me to put it out for purchase? Because there’s a high possibility it’s

 

“No! Of course not….”

 

be upset

 

“Iz!”

 

My face turned red.

 

doesn’t know it’s a real gem! I just couldn’t wait in case you doubted me with that

 

me on the top of my head, giving

 

playful smile made his red eyes sparkle

 

I’m starting to feel uneasy. My Southern Princess is so beautiful that even Satan’s servants offer a gift of

 

on, stop teasing

 

nose up and control this shabby warehouse. You can sell out what you don’t like and use it to buy something else, or you can give it  to someone

 

with a rattling bead fell

 

speechless

 

really didn’t know what to say at that

 

was weird when he brought me here to show me around

 

safe. Speaking of which, why

 

mean, my storage? … Oh, the

 

an official Duchess one day,  I would wear a

 

it’s

 

the jewel given

 

“I’m a Paladin.”

 

it, but let’s just leave it.

 

it to me to

 

pressured to take care of it. I just told you, do whatever

 

it means to

 

as if my tongue

 

one who was fiddling with my hair suddenly sighed and buried his

 

want to get dirty. I

 

gladiatorial match season approached,

 

reduced, but he was making all-out efforts to make

 

a

 

who had to risk their lives against

 

even though he had yet to affirm it, I knew he would be

 

win the final

 

I didn’t know which side

 

you coming back

 

every day before you

 

hand that had been stroking my hair went down and ran down

 

at the gentle ripples his

 

on its own and

 

could

 

you won’t be

 

what

 

“Strong refusals are affirmations.”

 

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