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

 

don’t want

 

then you should slap me

 

would I dare

 

my mind at

 

held my tingling hand,

 

all of

 

you could have thrown it

 

Silence fell.

 

lost for words, and now he put his hand under my armpit

 

he was

 

did I just do to

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

okay? I hit

 

nine-year-old kid, but it’s

 

my hand

 

Short and simple moves.

 

one side of my chest

 

the same time, I wondered

 

one who was hurt

 

a relief he wasn’t hurt, but why did

 

have slapped him when he

 

just blow up a chance I had never

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

Ellenia

 

as she was just leaving the study,

 

talking about? Did they talk about

 

face, which had always been expressionless, was filled with

 

back by

 

tried not to hide his appalled

 

a rush of shame, I stopped closing my

 

“What have you done?”

 

the hell did you

 

question was

 

sad look on his face, but he still strode past and responded without any

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

was equally

 

was just

 

by now that I had hit the

 

regret it, but it left a bitter taste in

 

was no turning back

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

it was to sit on

 

as if it would summon a fearsome werewolf

 

a monster who was

 

warm

 

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

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

savouring the alcohol, I stared at the prominent throat gulping down molasses like drinking some soft drink, and asked

 

I try

 

but soon he handed it to me

 

didn’t know what this

 

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

 

I immediately regretted drinking that glass of thick honey-colored

 

I don’t do

 

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