How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 90

My heart began to beat nervously, but I smiled casually and followed him.

 

The sound of footsteps stepping on rough marble stairs rang dimly.

 

The temple always felt dull, but today it was ever so terrifying.

 

The hallway stretched out as a long passage, looking gloomy, as if ghosts from hell would pop out any moment.

 

I fiddled with the bracelet on my wrist without realizing it.

 

I wore this when I changed earlier.

 

When we’d passed countless corridors and stairs without a word and finally entered the entrance of a large room with a wide open door, a heavy thumping sound rang from far away.

 

The sound of closing one of the main gates of the temple.

 

At the same time as I looked back in surprise, the door behind my back was also closed with a thud.

 

I was speechless.

 

“This is…”

 

“Welcome.”

 

Cesare was sitting on a chair next to the fireplace, with only a thin shirt on.

 

I didn’t relax while he sipped a glass and put one leg comfortably on the table.

 

“Isn’t this the Archbishop’s room?”

 

“You care too much about everything. That impatient old man would be so happy that I stayed here.”

 

The man who responded in a sneering manner turned to me.

 

Suddenly, I regretted not changing my clothes.

 

I felt like he wanted to tear my dress apart and throw it into the stove.

 

“Don’t you think so?”

 

His eyes glared at me, but the words were directed to the man behind me.

 

The fake monk, who was standing like a statue after closing the door, strode past me and went to Cesare. Then, he pulled down the hood.

 

“He’ll readily lick your soles.”

 

The scar across his eyelid was blackened.

 

However, I was not surprised by the harsh appearance of the fake monk. It was because of his familiar rough and stiff red hair.

 

I saw this guy for the first time today. To be exact, it was my first time seeing him in person like this.

 

Thanks to knowing the original book, I knew that Cesare had a very loyal and vicious henchman.

 

Along with the fact that the monster-like henchman gave a harsh impression.

 

And that voice…… Earlier, I didn’t know if it was because I was tired, but it seemed like a voice I had heard before.

 

Right, from last time…

 

‘That was so amazing, Lady Rudbeckia.’

 

Was it him who crushed my foot?

 

What were the

 

worked hard in a

 

I almost cried because I was homesick. I’ve

 

I give

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

staring at me while exchanging

 

openly reveal the fact that he

 

I’d noticed the fake monk

 

expecting surveillance, but it was unexpected that Pietro was

 

far as I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro

 

the North? To keep an eye on me? Since

 

gaze, I glanced toward

 

his master, but somehow that monster-like man seemed to be

 

shoulder like that of a bear’s

 

right? Since you didn’t do

 

will receive a separate punishment for that

 

do?

 

exact, I pretended to do

 

you talking

 

smile spread all over

 

same time, he spun his glass round

 

you want me to do? To

 

you’re talking about right now. He’s been monitoring me because he told you

 

help it. Why did

 

about my runaway commotion and send

 

still have no idea about me

 

my composure, but my breath kept trembling. Oh my

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

ruin it all. As I gathered my senses

 

experience having such a hard time. You know that I can’t do anything

 

this was unexpected, the man who was

 

are you

 

murderer. They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did Father do this? If

 

slightly, blurring the end

 

at me, exchanging his gaze with his henchman, and soon

 

What’s the

 

don’t know. Neither

 

me. Pietro, spit out what you found

 

the identity of the

 

brother seemed to have nothing to do with the poison

 

I had with Freya a while ago passed by a corner of my

 

boldly spilled her ambition on

 

be the queen

 

Freya’s uncle were

 

to want to have another bowl even though he

 

stone the temple would be the worst place. It’s a place where the insides

 

to digest the information that I realized

 

filled the glass with ease, spat out again at me, rolling eyes at my

 

it would have been scary. Poor thing. But that impulsive behavior, it’s not like

 

mind… I didn’t think much. I keep

 

mind when

 

familiar with the sudden jump

 

eyes turned toward the cross on the

 

past or present, my cross must be my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

question, but father is not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband doing it today,

 

faint smile

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