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

 

don’t want

 

slap

 

would I

 

my mind

 

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

 

all of a

 

could have thrown it at me, instead of

 

Silence fell.

 

for words, and now he put his hand under my armpit and lifted me up

 

he was

 

the world did I just

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

okay? I

 

a nine-year-old kid, but it’s bearable. I’m afraid I

 

husband kept caressing my hand

 

Short and simple moves.

 

of

 

the same time, I wondered why I was doing

 

only one who was hurt after

 

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

 

have slapped him when he told me to slap him

 

to just blow up a chance I had

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

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

 

was just leaving the study, standing side

 

about?

 

had always been expressionless, was filled with indescribable

 

that I was brought back by my husband in tears, it

 

father also tried not to hide

 

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

 

“What have you done?”

 

the hell did you do to

 

subject of the question was a

 

his face, but

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was equally

 

this family was just that

 

by

 

but it left a bitter taste in

 

was no turning

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

to sit on the

 

as if it would summon a

 

a monster who was no match

 

warm frothy

 

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

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

I stared at the prominent throat gulping down molasses

 

I try

 

and looked at me, but soon he handed it to

 

know what this sudden impulse

 

it was probably because I remembered the image of

 

Izek said

 

was always trying

 

not interested in childish emotional

 

drinking that glass of

 

expected, I don’t do well with

 

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