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 the author’s

 

hard in a place like

 

being serious? I almost cried because

 

I give you

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

staring at me while exchanging jokes with each

 

to openly reveal the fact

 

I’d noticed the

 

but it was unexpected that Pietro

 

as I knew, Cesare never

 

him to the North? To

 

the burning gaze, I glanced toward the

 

calmly exchanging talks with his

 

like that of a bear’s

 

right? Since you didn’t do anything

 

separate punishment for that

 

I do? Ruby, you

 

blankly. To be exact, I

 

you talking

 

spread all over the

 

same time, he spun his

 

you want me to do?

 

have no idea what you’re talking about right now. He’s been monitoring me because

 

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

 

hear about my runaway commotion and send

 

still have no idea about me and the

 

tried to maintain my composure, but my breath

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

you’ll ruin it all. As I gathered my

 

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

 

this was unexpected, the man who was smiling narrowed

 

you talking

 

like a murderer. They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in

 

slightly, blurring the

 

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

 

What’s the

 

know. I don’t know. Neither

 

me. Pietro, spit out what you found

 

the identity of

 

nothing to do with the poison attempt incident, leaving

 

the bizarre encounter I had with Freya a while ago

 

time, Freya boldly

 

wanted to be the

 

uncle were not aiming purely to enter the walls of

 

seemed to want to have another bowl even though he was wagging his tail hard. He’s

 

right. To assassinate with Magic stone the temple would be the worst place.

 

no time to digest the information

 

spat out again at

 

it would have been scary. Poor thing. But

 

mind…

 

your mind when you were

 

was very familiar with the sudden jump

 

my eyes turned toward the cross on

 

my cross must be my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

is not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband doing it today, I don’t think he forced you to do

 

faint smile

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