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 were the author’s

 

a place like

 

almost cried because I

 

give you

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

are still staring at me while exchanging jokes

 

the

 

know if I’d

 

I was expecting surveillance, but

 

as I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away

 

North? To keep an eye on me?

 

the burning gaze, I

 

talks with his master, but somehow that

 

that of a bear’s

 

guilty to refuse, right?

 

separate punishment

 

I do? Ruby, you tell

 

blankly. To be exact,

 

are you

 

cool smile spread all over the

 

the same time, he spun his glass round

 

do you want me to do? To punish

 

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

 

me worried, I can’t help it. Why

 

he hear about my runaway commotion and

 

did he still have no

 

maintain my composure, but my breath kept trembling.

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

it all. As I gathered my senses back, I

 

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

 

this was unexpected, the man who was smiling narrowed his

 

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?

 

blurring the end of my

 

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

 

just a maiden? What’s the benefit of

 

I don’t know. Neither father nor brother

 

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

 

the identity of the

 

to have nothing to do with

 

with Freya a while

 

time, Freya boldly spilled her ambition

 

be the queen of the

 

Freya’s uncle were not aiming purely to enter the walls

 

bowl even though he was wagging his

 

the

 

to digest the information

 

spat out again at

 

scary. Poor thing. But

 

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

 

of your mind when you

 

was very familiar with the

 

eyes turned toward the cross on

 

or present, my cross must

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

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

 

the faint

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