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.

 

it. You’re

 

I don’t

 

then you should slap me

 

I dare

 

mind at a ridiculous

 

I was sobbing and trying to come to my senses, Izek sighed and held my tingling hand, murmuring, “For once, I should have planted

 

of

 

it

 

Silence fell.

 

lost for words, and now he put his

 

was definitely

 

I just do to

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

I hit you

 

a nine-year-old kid, but it’s

 

my hand

 

Short and simple moves.

 

one side of my chest was in unbearable

 

I wondered why I was

 

only one

 

he wasn’t hurt, but why did it feel

 

him when he told me to

 

was a fool to just blow up a chance I

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

the mansion, I ran into Ellenia on my way.

 

as she was just leaving the study,

 

they talking about? Did they talk

 

been expressionless, was filled with indescribable

 

by my husband

 

not

 

shame, I stopped closing my eyes and buried my face in

 

“What have you done?”

 

did you

 

subject of the question was a little

 

a very sad look on his face,

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was equally

 

was just that

 

known by now that I had

 

left a bitter

 

was no turning back

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

to sit on the

 

in the fireplace looked as if it would summon a fearsome werewolf at

 

from me was a monster who was

 

warm

 

teaspoon 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 it okay to

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

alcohol, I stared at the prominent throat gulping down

 

try it

 

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

 

what

 

image of Freya

 

Izek said

 

always trying

 

You’re not interested in childish emotional

 

drinking that

 

don’t do

 

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