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

 

don’t want

 

slap me in the

 

I dare do

 

left my mind at

 

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

 

of a

 

thrown it at me, instead of

 

Silence fell.

 

and now he put his hand under my armpit

 

was definitely

 

world did I just

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

okay? I hit you

 

like a nine-year-old kid, but it’s bearable. I’m afraid I wouldn’t get bruised

 

kept caressing my hand with one hand and

 

Short and simple moves.

 

one side of my

 

the same time, I wondered why I

 

only one who was hurt after hitting

 

but why did it feel like I was slowly

 

he told me to slap him

 

was a fool to just blow up a chance I

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

the mansion, I ran into Ellenia on my

 

heart began to pound again as she was just leaving the

 

about? Did they talk

 

been expressionless, was

 

by my husband in tears,

 

tried not to hide

 

I stopped closing my eyes and buried my

 

“What have you done?”

 

the hell did you do to

 

the question

 

glance, Izek had a very sad look on his face, but he still strode past and responded

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was equally

 

was just

 

known by

 

it left a bitter taste in my

 

no turning

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

romantic scene it was to

 

looked as if it would summon a

 

me was a monster who

 

warm frothy cocoa was

 

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 just

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

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

 

try

 

handed it to me without a word of

 

know what this sudden

 

I remembered the image of Freya I

 

what Izek said

 

always trying to steal

 

interested in childish emotional

 

drinking that glass of thick honey-colored

 

don’t

 

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