How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 77

Chapter 77
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Why are you acting good all of a sudden? You seem very sincere, but I’m doubtful whether I’m dreaming this.

 

Of course, if he really had been sincere since the first day, he would have sent me home the very next moment.….

 

“Not a word of everything I said to you at the time was true…….”

 

“Well, it’s okay, I’m not mistaken anyway, I didn’t misunderstand, so you don’t have to worry about it.….”

 

“It’s not like that! No, it’s not that way, I’m sorry.”

 

“…what?”

 

It was natural that I doubted my ears for a moment.

 

Did this arrogant protagonist just voluntarily apologize? I need to hear this again.

 

My husband, who had been still like a statue, stretched out his arms very slowly without warning and hugged me, and the hiccups that had stopped were about to pop out again.

 

As my face was buried in his rock-like shoulder, confusion poured in.

 

“If I hadn’t been so confused from the beginning, you wouldn’t have been like this, but in the end…”

 

There was a complex note in his voice while his arms held me tight.

 

A voice low enough to be close to whispers. Almost a moan.

 

I was just dazed. My mind felt completely blank.

 

What was he talking about?

 

At this point, I had to give a proper answer.

 

However, unlike my mind, my mouth had its own plan.

 

“I didn’t do that.”

 

“I know.”

 

“It’s not really me.”

 

“I know.”

 

Something that was tightly clumped in the corner of my chest cracked and burst.

 

Waves of unknown passion seemed to have engulfed any reason left in me.

 

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do anything. Why is everyone doing this to me…!?”

 

His arms clasped tightly against my struggling body.

 

I sobbed and pounded the shoulders of the man who locked my body.

 

I didn’t realize the craziness in what I was doing. In the meantime, Izek held me still and silently.

 

If he was like everyone else, everything would be much easier. If he was like all those cursed people.

 

If he hadn’t looked at me like that every night, if he hadn’t looked at me like a real princess in his arms, I wouldn’t have had the stupid fear of losing him.

 

I thought it wouldn’t matter if he was BlueBeard as long as I could live.

 

Why do you keep doing this to me?

 

Why do you keep making me want to be greedy?

 

With all that I was doing, I finally decided I couldn’t stand it anymore, but he grabbed my hand, which was hitting me.

 

Of course, it was not because he was hurt.

 

It was my hand that smacked his metal armour that was feeling pain.

 

stop. Stop it. You’re going to break your

 

I don’t want

 

then you should slap me in the

 

I

 

common sense that had left my mind

 

sobbing and trying to come to my senses, Izek sighed and held my tingling hand, murmuring, “For

 

of

 

thrown it at me, instead

 

Silence fell.

 

words, and now he put

 

he was definitely

 

the world did I just do to

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

you okay? I hit you

 

it’s

 

my hand with one

 

Short and simple moves.

 

him blankly, one side of my chest was

 

wondered why I was doing

 

I was the only one who was hurt after hitting

 

he wasn’t hurt, but why did it feel like

 

he

 

was a fool to just blow up a chance

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

Ellenia on my way.

 

just leaving the study, standing side

 

were they talking about? Did they talk

 

which had always been expressionless, was

 

I was brought back by my husband

 

tried not to hide

 

shame, I stopped closing my eyes and

 

“What have you done?”

 

the hell did you do

 

the question was

 

a very sad look on his face, but he still strode past and

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was equally

 

family was

 

by now

 

left

 

no turning

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

was to sit on the balcony facing

 

the fireplace looked as if it would summon a fearsome

 

a monster

 

scent of warm frothy cocoa

 

and picked out the marshmallows that were floating, Izek sat in front of me, untied his gauntlets and cuffs, and threw them off roughly. Was

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

the prominent throat gulping down molasses

 

I try

 

he handed it to me without a word of what he had in

 

know what this sudden impulse

 

it was probably because I remembered the image of Freya I faced at the

 

Izek

 

was always trying to steal

 

You’re not interested in

 

immediately regretted drinking that glass of thick

 

I don’t do well

 

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