How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 20

Izek, who stood with a look quite similar to his fellow paladins, slowly hardened his face.

It was not enough for me to leave on my own, since he seemed to think I held on to anyone without shame. What a consistently cold-hearted fellow.

Nevertheless, for some reason, I didn't want to be scolded in front of Freya's brother. Wasn't that just too miserable?

So, I bit back the words threatening to pour out of my mouth, and turned away.

Let's go back to my bedroom for now. Even if he's angry, he'll have to come to talk. And then...

"My Lady?"

I didn't know if it was because my back hurt like hell that I just tripped over something and fell down. My new dress was splattered with mud now. What a waste. I was trying to stand up right away, but my body suddenly went up in the air.

No! Not again!

"You..."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"What?"

"I just wanted to give you a birthday present, so I was just going to deliver it and come back right away. I'm sorry it didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I didn't mean to show you this."

I felt extremely humiliated, having to hold back my tears. But I got hiccups instead.

Goddamn it.

Shame on me. Shame on me more than when I had a nosebleed the other day.

The embarrassment was so much that my cries kept leaking out. I tried to hold it back, thrusting my fingers into my mouth, but he grabbed my hand.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Ah?

I tilted my head up. His huge red jade-like eyes stood out against his skin.

"I heard you didn't want me to attend the banquet, but I still wanted to give you a present..."

"What are you talking about? Huh? Who said that?"

Eh? That wasn't the case? As expected, the maid tricked me! That wicked woman! Along with anger, relief poured out of my body in waves of emotions.

What a relief. So, I'm not stuck that bad. Ah, I'll stay alive. My last straw is back. This was worth the trouble!

I quickly rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and smiled broadly, "So you didn't hate seeing me here, did you? Can I give you your present?"

My cold-hearted husband held me and stared silently for a moment. If I hadn't known better, his eyes had a broken look – one that could be associated with the feeling of helplessness I had experienced when I was young. It wouldn't be appropriate for a devil like him to look vulnerable, but...

The expression on his face was really strange. A total mess– anger, relief, pain, and helplessness altogether.

"What are you..."

He was about to say something, but he soon clenched his teeth.

Somehow, he came off as tired.

I was the one who was sick, so why was he having a hard time? It was then that an untimely commotion broke out over his magnificent broad shoulders.

"You, you, you...! Did you just run your mouth off without me knowing?"

"Oh, no! I would not have done it one more time... Aaaaah!"