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

 

worked hard in a place like this

 

you being serious? I almost cried because

 

give you a

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging jokes

 

he had to openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring

 

if I’d

 

was expecting surveillance, but it

 

Cesare never kept Pietro away no matter

 

North? To keep an eye on me? Since

 

avoid the burning gaze,

 

he was just calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow that monster-like man seemed to be

 

like that of a bear’s was

 

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

 

separate punishment for

 

should I do?

 

blinked blankly. To be exact, I pretended to

 

you

 

over the

 

time, he spun his

 

me to do? To punish

 

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

 

help it. Why did my quiet sister run away

 

hear about my runaway commotion and

 

he still have no idea about me and the

 

but my breath kept

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

ruin it all. As I gathered my senses

 

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

 

the man who was

 

are you talking

 

like a murderer. They said that I tried to poison the archbishop’s niece in the temple. Did Father do this?

 

the end of my

 

be the victim, Cesare quietly looked at me, exchanging his gaze with his henchman,

 

maiden? What’s the benefit of getting rid of

 

don’t know. Neither father nor brother

 

the same for me. Pietro, spit out

 

identity of the fake monk was

 

brother seemed to have nothing to do with

 

had with Freya a while ago

 

that time, Freya boldly spilled her ambition

 

to be the queen of

 

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

 

to want to have another bowl even though he was wagging his tail hard. He’s a

 

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

 

digest the

 

spat out again

 

thing. But

 

mind… I

 

mind when you

 

familiar with the

 

my eyes turned toward the

 

or present, my cross must be

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

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

 

the faint smile

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