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?

 

called Pietro? What were

 

in a place like this

 

you being serious? I almost cried because I was homesick. I’ve been

 

give

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging

 

obvious that he had to openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring

 

know if I’d noticed

 

but it was unexpected that Pietro

 

Cesare never kept Pietro away

 

the North? To keep an

 

to avoid the burning gaze, I glanced

 

that he was just calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow that

 

like that of a

 

to refuse, right? Since you didn’t do anything

 

a separate punishment for that

 

I do? Ruby, you tell

 

be exact,

 

you

 

smile spread all over the

 

time, he spun his

 

do you want me

 

right now. He’s been monitoring me because he

 

me worried, I can’t help it. Why did my quiet sister run away from

 

he hear about my runaway commotion

 

did he still have no idea about

 

my composure, but my breath kept

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

As I gathered my senses back, I

 

hard time. You know that I can’t do anything bad. Why

 

unexpected, the man who was

 

are you

 

treated me like a murderer. They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did Father do

 

the

 

the victim, Cesare quietly looked at me, exchanging his gaze with his henchman, and

 

What’s the benefit of getting rid

 

I don’t know. Neither father nor brother ever tells

 

for me. Pietro, spit

 

the identity of the fake

 

seemed to have nothing to

 

encounter I had with Freya a

 

Freya boldly spilled her

 

to be the queen of the

 

Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not aiming purely

 

to have another bowl even though he was wagging his

 

right. To assassinate with Magic stone the temple would be the worst place. It’s a place where the insides could be seen

 

digest

 

the glass with ease, spat out again at

 

scary. Poor thing. But

 

I was out of my mind… I didn’t think much. I keep reflecting on

 

of your mind when you were hugged

 

familiar with the sudden jump to the

 

eyes turned toward the cross on the

 

present, my cross must

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

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

 

faint

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