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 place like

 

almost cried because I was homesick. I’ve

 

I give you a

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

still staring at me while exchanging jokes with each

 

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

 

if I’d

 

course, I was expecting surveillance, but it was

 

knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away no

 

the North? To keep an eye on

 

burning gaze,

 

talks with his

 

huge shoulder like that

 

right? Since

 

separate

 

I do? Ruby, you tell

 

be exact, I pretended to do

 

are you

 

all over

 

he spun his

 

me

 

talking about right now. He’s been

 

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

 

about my runaway

 

did he still have no idea about me and

 

my composure, but

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

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

 

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

 

man who was smiling narrowed his forehead

 

you talking

 

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

 

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

 

just a maiden? What’s the benefit

 

I don’t know. Neither father nor

 

was the same for me. Pietro, spit out

 

expected, the identity of the fake monk

 

than that, my brother seemed to have nothing to do with the

 

bizarre encounter I had with Freya a while ago passed by a corner

 

Freya boldly spilled

 

be the queen of the

 

but the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not

 

he was wagging

 

would be the worst

 

time to digest the information that I

 

out again

 

Poor thing.

 

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

 

your mind when you were hugged by your

 

familiar with the sudden jump to

 

eyes turned toward

 

the past or present, my cross must be my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

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 you to do

 

faint

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