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

 

don’t want

 

then you should slap me in

 

I dare

 

had left my mind at a ridiculous

 

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

 

all of

 

could have thrown it at me,

 

Silence fell.

 

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

 

was

 

world did I just do to

 

“Hey, Iz…?”

 

“Mmm.”

 

okay? I hit

 

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

 

my hand with one hand

 

Short and simple moves.

 

him blankly, one side of my

 

time, I wondered why I

 

only one who was hurt after

 

a relief he wasn’t hurt, but why did it feel like

 

should have slapped him when he told me

 

up a chance I had

 

 

 

“…brother?”

 

Ellenia on my way.

 

to pound again as she was just leaving the study, standing side by side with

 

were they talking about? Did they talk about

 

had always been expressionless, was filled

 

was brought back by my husband in tears, it

 

tried not

 

a rush of shame, I stopped closing my eyes and buried my

 

“What have you done?”

 

hell did you do

 

of the question was a

 

on his face,

 

“I’m married.”

 

“What…?”

 

answer was

 

was

 

have known by now that I

 

but it left a bitter taste in

 

was no

 

 

 

“Come here.”

 

scene it was to sit on

 

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

 

monster who was no

 

scent of warm frothy cocoa was

 

carefully grabbed a 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 just throw it away

 

“What’s in your glass?”

 

“It’s just molasses alcohol.”

 

the alcohol, I stared at the prominent throat gulping down molasses

 

I try it

 

he handed it to me without a word of what he had in

 

what

 

image of

 

Izek said

 

she was always

 

what? You’re not interested in

 

drinking that glass of thick

 

I don’t do well with

 

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