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

 

a place

 

being serious? I almost cried because I was homesick.

 

I give

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging

 

openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring me

 

I’d noticed

 

expecting surveillance, but it was unexpected that Pietro

 

I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away

 

North? To keep an eye on me?

 

gaze, I

 

calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow that monster-like

 

that of a bear’s was

 

feel guilty to refuse, right? Since you

 

will receive a separate punishment for that

 

I do?

 

To be exact, I pretended to

 

you talking

 

all over the face of

 

time, he spun

 

you want me to

 

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

 

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

 

my runaway commotion and

 

still have no idea about me

 

composure, but my breath kept

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

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

 

You know that I can’t do anything bad. Why did they do that to

 

unexpected, the man who was smiling

 

are you talking

 

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

 

breathed slightly, blurring the end

 

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

 

just a maiden? What’s the benefit of getting rid

 

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

 

Pietro,

 

the identity of the

 

than that, my brother seemed to have nothing to do with the poison attempt incident, leaving

 

I had with Freya a while ago passed by

 

boldly spilled her

 

the

 

but the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not aiming

 

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

 

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

 

no time to digest the information that

 

the glass with ease, spat out again at me,

 

it would have been scary. Poor thing. But that impulsive behavior, it’s

 

mind… I didn’t think much.

 

mind when you were hugged by your

 

with the sudden jump to

 

toward the

 

the past or present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

but father is not here, so tell me honestly what

 

faint

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