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?

 

Pietro? What were the

 

in a

 

you being serious? I almost cried because I was

 

I give

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

still staring at me

 

that he had to openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring me in

 

know if I’d noticed the fake

 

but

 

Cesare never

 

sent him to the North? To keep an

 

burning gaze,

 

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

 

that

 

feel guilty to refuse, right? Since you didn’t

 

separate punishment

 

should I do?

 

be exact,

 

you talking

 

smile spread all over the

 

same time, he spun his

 

do you want me to do?

 

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

 

it. Why

 

he hear about my runaway commotion and send

 

no idea

 

maintain my composure, but my breath kept trembling. Oh

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

wrong, you’ll ruin it all. As I gathered my senses back, I gently closed

 

time. You know that I can’t do

 

the man

 

are you

 

all treated me like a murderer. They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did Father do this? If you had at least

 

the end of

 

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

 

maiden? What’s the benefit of

 

don’t know. Neither

 

was the same for me. Pietro, spit out what you found

 

identity of the

 

my brother seemed to have nothing to do

 

had with Freya a while ago passed by a corner of

 

boldly

 

wanted to be the queen of the

 

Freya but the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not aiming purely to enter

 

he was wagging his tail hard. He’s a

 

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

 

time to digest

 

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

 

thing. But that

 

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

 

your mind when

 

was very familiar with the sudden jump

 

my eyes turned toward the cross on the

 

the past or present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

think that’s a valid question, but father is not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband doing it today, I don’t think he forced

 

faint

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