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.

 

You’re going to break

 

I don’t

 

should slap

 

would I

 

common sense that had left my mind at a ridiculous rate, came back a

 

sighed and held my tingling hand, murmuring, “For

 

of

 

have thrown it at me, instead of

 

Silence fell.

 

and now he put

 

he was definitely

 

I just

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

I hit you

 

nine-year-old kid, but it’s

 

hand

 

Short and simple moves.

 

blankly, one side of my chest

 

I wondered why I was doing

 

only one who

 

hurt, but why did it feel like I was

 

have slapped him when he told me to slap him

 

a fool to just blow up a chance I

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

back into the mansion, I ran into Ellenia on my way.

 

again as she was just leaving the study,

 

they talking about?

 

face, which had always been expressionless, was filled with

 

brought back by my

 

tried not to hide his

 

shame, I stopped closing my eyes and buried my face in my husband’s

 

“What have you done?”

 

did you

 

of the question was

 

on his face, but

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was

 

this family was just

 

by now

 

but it left a bitter taste in

 

no

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

it was to sit on the balcony facing the

 

green torch burning in the fireplace looked as if it would summon a fearsome werewolf at any

 

monster who was

 

scent of warm frothy

 

of me, untied his gauntlets and cuffs, and threw them off

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

Rather than savouring the alcohol, I stared at the prominent throat gulping down molasses like drinking some

 

try

 

soon he handed it to me without a word of what he

 

didn’t know what this sudden

 

it was probably because I remembered the image of Freya

 

Izek

 

said that she was always trying to

 

interested in childish

 

that glass of thick honey-colored

 

expected, I don’t do

 

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