How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

“Ruby.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“I asked you what happened. I don’t really understand the situation right now.”

 

My tongue stung and I felt nauseous.

 

You don’t have to confirm this unnecessary thing.

 

“Tha… uhn, waaaaah-”

 

It was then.

 

In an atmosphere of sudden seriousness, Leah, who just wanted to find her hairpin, stopped looking at us and burst into tears.

 

She seemed to have been scared.

 

I wanted to cry with her.

 

But if I cried here, it would only be a negative factor.

 

I wanted an innocent childish image, not an impudent idiot image.

 

To make matters worse, the damn poisoning attempt was helping to create a clear picture of perpetrator and victim.

 

Sir Ivan seemed briefly enraptured by this unexpected disturbance.

 

And as soon as Leah began to cry, the floating spell was lifted.

 

If I had not been the subject of this situation, I would have been deeply moved by Sir Ivan’s unexpected brotherly behaviour.

 

“What the… Leah, Leah. Hey, why are you crying all of a sudden?”

 

“M-My, my hairpin, my hairpin, because of me, uhhhnn!”

 

Poor Leah seemed to have judged that Freya and I fought over her pretty hairpin. I’d rather it be that way.

 

Ellenia was still waiting for an answer with her eyes fixed on me.

 

Sir Ivan, who had been struggling to sweep back his pale yellow hair, also turned his eyes to me.

 

“Good lord. What in the world happened, my lady?”

 

I gulped at his low voice.

 

Maybe it was because I’d only seen his usual abusive behavior, but he seemed like a different person when he acted calm.

 

“My lady?”

 

In the series of my silent replies, Sir Ivan pressed again, his eyes slightly distorted, perhaps irritated.

 

He looked scarier than just being angry with her face as if she were a girl-like face.

 

As the heart beat like a rabbit in front of a fox, the white panic pressed down in my head.

 

This was what Freya was trying to tell me.

 

She didn’t have to go through all this trouble in the first place.

 

No matter how I may be, in the end…….

 

just want to

 

don’t

 

keep putting me

 

why aren’t you saying

 

was just surprised. You should go now,

 

and putting her hand on

 

if I should have been the

 

“Huu…. Brother, you idiot!”

 

what are you doing? You

 

who suddenly bit her brother’s wrist while wiping

 

asking him to bend

 

grumbled but sat with one knee

 

What was he doing?

 

Ivan’s ear, everyone was

 

he heard, Sir Ivan soon scratched his head and straightened himself, approaching

 

you making me

 

lady, I know you’re not someone to do this for no reason. There seems to have been some misunderstanding, could

 

tone one would

 

Almost a whisper.

 

was going to say earlier, I don’t think it

 

me to interfere, but I want to make

 

does that mean? You’re afraid

 

afraid I’ll do

 

“I didn’t do anything.”

 

“Yes…?”

 

didn’t do anything and

 

rolled out as

 

these words flowed out, my

 

I’m crazy, really crazy.

 

Ivan, staring at me with blank eyes,

 

which hadn’t changed for a

 

you

 

didn’t do anything

 

you’re saying Lady

 

the midst of a stir again, Freya smiled. As if she had

 

let’s just

 

start with your clothes. This is the end of today’s meeting. I’m

 

from me and moved,

 

in a dizzy spell and stared stiffly at the tip of my

 

above

 

all right. It would have eventually happened. For once, this

 

like

 

 

 

Durahan to show

 

who uttered a low groan, grabbed the legs of the gnome and tossed them

 

cry from the gnome echoed

 

“Typical workaholic symptoms.”

 

Izek recited.

 

was rubbing his blade with a piece of cloth. At his feet, there was a body of gnome beginning to melt down like a lump of

 

he encountered these days

 

think that’s something you

 

least I know how to

 

irritating remarks, Izek grinned if he was in

 

days, Camu saw him

 

couldn’t get used

 

thought, Camu crumpled

 

so

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