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 the

 

in a place like this

 

almost cried because I was homesick. I’ve been waiting

 

give you

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

at me while exchanging jokes with

 

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

 

know if I’d noticed the

 

surveillance, but it

 

Cesare never kept Pietro

 

sent him to the North? To keep an

 

avoid the burning gaze,

 

talks with his

 

huge shoulder like that

 

feel guilty to refuse, right? Since you didn’t do

 

receive a separate

 

should I do?

 

blinked blankly. To be exact, I

 

you

 

cool smile spread all over the face of the

 

time, he spun his

 

you want me to do? To

 

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

 

help it. Why

 

he hear about my

 

he still have no idea about me and the

 

tried to maintain my composure, but my breath kept

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

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

 

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

 

was unexpected, the man who was

 

you

 

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

 

blurring the

 

the victim, Cesare quietly looked at me, exchanging

 

she just a maiden? What’s the benefit

 

know. I don’t know. Neither father nor

 

was the same for me. Pietro, spit out what

 

of the fake monk

 

seemed to have nothing to do

 

had with Freya a while

 

boldly spilled her ambition on

 

to be the queen of the

 

Freya’s uncle were not aiming

 

have another bowl even though he was

 

would be the worst place. It’s a place

 

was no time to digest the information that I

 

filled the glass with ease, spat out again

 

have been scary. Poor thing.

 

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

 

of your mind when you were hugged by your

 

was very familiar with the sudden jump to the

 

eyes turned toward

 

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. Seeing

 

the faint

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