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

 

in a place

 

serious? I almost cried because

 

give you a

 

“I won’t answer that.”

 

me while exchanging jokes with each

 

the fact that he was monitoring me in this

 

know if I’d noticed

 

I was expecting surveillance, but it was unexpected that

 

far as I knew, Cesare never kept Pietro away no matter

 

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

 

gaze, I glanced toward the

 

seemed that he was just calmly exchanging talks with his master, but somehow that

 

like that of a

 

right? Since you didn’t do

 

receive a separate punishment for

 

should I do?

 

blankly. To be exact,

 

you talking

 

all over the face of the expressionless

 

the same time, he spun

 

you want me to

 

about right now. He’s been

 

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

 

hear about my runaway commotion and

 

have no

 

maintain my composure, but my breath

 

Calm down, be careful…

 

ruin it all. As I

 

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

 

if this was unexpected, the man who was smiling narrowed his forehead

 

you talking

 

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

 

breathed slightly, blurring the end

 

quietly looked at me, exchanging his gaze with his henchman, and soon

 

the benefit of getting rid

 

know. Neither father

 

for me. Pietro, spit out what you found

 

expected, the identity of

 

have nothing to do with the

 

suddenly, the bizarre encounter I had with Freya a while ago passed

 

boldly spilled her ambition

 

be the queen of

 

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

 

to want to have another bowl even though he was wagging his tail

 

the temple would be the worst place. It’s a place

 

time to digest the information that I realized

 

who filled the glass with ease, spat out again at me, rolling

 

Poor thing. But that impulsive behavior,

 

out of my mind… I

 

your mind when you were hugged

 

was very familiar with the sudden jump to

 

turned toward

 

past or present, my

 

“Is Father really angry?”

 

tell me honestly what happened. Seeing your husband

 

the faint

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