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?

 

What

 

a place like this pig

 

almost cried because I

 

give

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging

 

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

 

if I’d noticed the fake

 

of course, I was expecting surveillance, but it

 

knew, Cesare never kept Pietro

 

the North? To keep an eye on

 

burning gaze,

 

calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow that

 

shoulder like that of a bear’s

 

refuse, right? Since you didn’t do

 

a separate

 

what should I do? Ruby, you tell

 

blankly. To be exact, I pretended to

 

you talking

 

cool smile spread all over the face of the

 

the same time, he

 

you want me to do? To

 

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

 

help it. Why did my quiet sister run

 

he hear about my runaway

 

did he still have no idea about me

 

composure, but

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

As I gathered my senses back, I gently

 

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

 

was unexpected, the man who was

 

are you talking

 

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

 

breathed slightly, blurring the

 

victim, Cesare quietly looked at me, exchanging his gaze with

 

maiden? What’s the benefit of

 

don’t know. Neither father nor brother ever tells

 

Pietro, spit out what

 

expected, the identity of the fake monk

 

that, my brother seemed to have nothing to

 

I had with Freya a while ago passed by

 

that time, Freya boldly spilled her ambition

 

wanted to be the

 

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

 

he was wagging his

 

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

 

to digest the

 

the glass with ease, spat out again at me,

 

been scary. Poor thing. But

 

that time, I was out of my mind… I didn’t think much. I keep

 

out of your mind when you were hugged by

 

the sudden

 

my eyes turned toward the cross on the

 

the past or present, my cross

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

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

 

the faint smile

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