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?

 

Pietro? What were

 

worked hard in a place like this

 

cried because I

 

give you a

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

are still staring at me while exchanging jokes

 

to openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring

 

know if I’d noticed the

 

expecting surveillance, but it was

 

as I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away no matter

 

him to the North? To keep an eye on me? Since

 

to avoid the burning gaze,

 

his master, but somehow

 

huge shoulder like that of

 

guilty to refuse, right?

 

separate punishment for

 

what should I do? Ruby, you tell

 

blankly. To be exact, I pretended to

 

are you

 

smile spread all over

 

he

 

you want me to do? To punish

 

have no idea what you’re talking about right now. He’s

 

can’t help it. Why did

 

my runaway commotion and

 

he still have no idea about me and the

 

my composure, but my breath

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

you’ll ruin it all. As I gathered

 

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

 

man who was smiling narrowed

 

you

 

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

 

blurring the

 

at me, exchanging his gaze with his henchman, and soon opened

 

just a maiden? What’s the

 

don’t know. Neither

 

me. Pietro, spit out what

 

identity of the

 

seemed to have nothing to do with the poison attempt incident, leaving me

 

a while ago passed by a corner of my

 

that time, Freya boldly spilled her ambition

 

to be the queen

 

but the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not

 

he

 

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

 

was no time to digest

 

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

 

it would have been scary. Poor thing. But that impulsive

 

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

 

out of your mind when you were hugged by your

 

familiar with the sudden

 

my eyes turned toward the cross on the

 

past or present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband

 

faint

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