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

 

hard in a

 

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

 

give you a

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging

 

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

 

know if I’d

 

but it was unexpected that Pietro was

 

far as I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away no

 

North? To keep

 

gaze, I glanced toward

 

with his master, but

 

that

 

feel guilty to refuse, right? Since

 

separate punishment for

 

what should I do?

 

blinked blankly. To be exact, I pretended to

 

are you

 

smile spread all over the face

 

the same time, he spun his glass round

 

do you want me to do? To

 

idea what you’re talking about right now.

 

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

 

he hear about my runaway commotion and

 

still have no idea about me

 

to maintain my composure, but my breath kept trembling.

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

all. As I gathered my senses back, I gently closed my open

 

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

 

the man who was smiling narrowed

 

you

 

that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did Father

 

breathed slightly, blurring the

 

looked at me, exchanging

 

maiden? What’s the benefit of

 

know. I don’t know. Neither father

 

Pietro, spit out what you

 

the identity of the

 

nothing to do with the poison attempt incident,

 

Freya a while ago

 

boldly spilled her ambition

 

wanted to be the queen of

 

Freya but the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not aiming

 

have another bowl even though he

 

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

 

digest the information

 

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

 

thing. But that impulsive behavior, it’s not

 

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

 

when you were

 

very familiar with the sudden jump

 

turned toward the cross

 

present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

that’s a valid question, but father is not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband

 

the faint

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