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?

 

he called Pietro? What were

 

hard in a place like this

 

serious? I almost cried because

 

give you

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

at me while exchanging

 

he had to openly reveal the fact that he

 

know if I’d noticed the fake

 

of course, I was expecting surveillance, but it was unexpected

 

knew, Cesare never kept Pietro

 

the North? To keep an eye

 

avoid the burning gaze, I

 

that he was just calmly exchanging talks with his master,

 

shoulder like that of

 

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

 

a separate punishment

 

what should I do? Ruby,

 

To be exact, I pretended

 

are you talking

 

spread all over the face

 

the same time, he spun his

 

do you want me

 

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

 

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

 

about my

 

he still have no idea about me and

 

maintain my composure, but my breath kept

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

As I gathered my senses back, I gently

 

a hard time. You know that I can’t

 

unexpected, the man

 

are you talking

 

the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did

 

slightly, blurring the end of my

 

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

 

a maiden? What’s the benefit

 

I don’t know. Neither father nor

 

the same for me. Pietro, spit

 

expected, the identity of

 

than that, my brother seemed to have nothing to do

 

encounter I had with Freya a

 

boldly spilled her

 

be the

 

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

 

he was wagging his tail hard. He’s a greedy

 

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

 

was no time to digest the

 

who filled the glass with ease, spat out again at

 

Poor thing. But

 

that time, I was out of my mind… I

 

out of your mind when you were

 

familiar with the sudden jump to

 

turned toward the cross

 

the past or present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

what happened. Seeing your husband doing

 

faint

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