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

 

in a place

 

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

 

I give you

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

are still staring at me while exchanging jokes with

 

reveal the fact that he

 

if I’d noticed the fake

 

course, I was expecting surveillance, but it was unexpected that Pietro

 

never kept Pietro away no matter

 

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

 

gaze, I

 

just calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow

 

like that of

 

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

 

will receive a separate punishment

 

should I do?

 

blankly. To be exact, I

 

you talking

 

spread all over the face of

 

same time, he spun his

 

you want me to do? To

 

no idea what you’re talking about right now. He’s been monitoring me because

 

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

 

hear about my runaway commotion and

 

still have no idea about me

 

tried to maintain my composure, but my breath

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

ruin it all. As I gathered my senses back,

 

You know that I can’t do anything

 

this was unexpected, the man who

 

you

 

They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in

 

blurring the end of

 

pretended to be the victim, Cesare quietly looked at me, exchanging

 

just a maiden? What’s the benefit of

 

don’t know. I don’t know. Neither father nor brother ever tells me

 

same for me. Pietro, spit out what you

 

identity of the fake

 

nothing to do with the poison attempt incident,

 

suddenly, the bizarre encounter I had with Freya a while

 

that time, Freya boldly spilled

 

to be the queen

 

the Archbishop, Freya’s uncle were not aiming purely

 

have another bowl even though he was

 

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

 

time to digest the

 

the glass with ease, spat out again at

 

scary. Poor thing. But that impulsive behavior,

 

my mind… I

 

when you were

 

very familiar with the sudden jump

 

toward the

 

or present, my cross must be

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

valid question, but father is not here, so tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband

 

faint

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