How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 23

"Dirty."

"But I washed my hands earlier."

"What I meant is your hands... God damn it."

This haughty husband of mine, clicked his tongue, and turned away annoyed.

Ah, it's hard, it's so hard.

After the eventful birthday banquet, he was a little less harsh and I thought I had reached a better stage, but he was still a question mark for me.

I wish I could know what his face looked like right now.

Hmm, but this was quite an improvement.

Do you mind if I act a little bit hopeful? At least you're not throwing shit at me like the first time.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Your father is back."

"Father? Oh."

What else were you expecting?

If it were his dog that left the house and came back, it wouldn't get that insincere of a reaction, hah.

"Well, he was a little upset."

"He's always grumpy," Izek spat out the seed and picked his way through the other fruit. He suddenly became gloomy.

I'm so scared! Why did he look like he was about to smash something with one hand?

"You."

"Ye-yes?"

"You've had a very unique expression ever since..."

"Me?"

"Who else is here besides you?"

"The angel of love is watching."

Silence fell for a moment as my eyelashes fluttered, my palms resting on both my cheeks.

Izek literally gave me a soulless look.

I felt like I was going to get hit, so my hands hastily moved to cover my head.

Ah, I think I went a little too far...

"I won't touch your head."

"I'm sorry. Actually, your father is so angry that I don't know what to do..."

"What did you do for father to get mad at you?"

I was genuinely speechless. Just in time, I could feel his palm tightly clutching my wrist and lowering it. I gently opened my closed eyes.

"What did he say?"

"T-That I still haven't completed our marital obligations..."

"What obligations?"

What's this answer, are you being sarcastic on purpose?

"It's what we have to do to become a real couple."

"So what is it?"

Izek looked really curious, so I was taken aback for a moment.

What is this... it can't be... No, he was not that kind of an innocent man. There's no way he didn't know. Did I have to tell him that straightforwardly to make him understand?

"First night..."

"First night is... oh."

Only then, as if he had understood, he blinked instantly and turned his head.

Why was my face burning?

Did you have to make me speak so bluntly, you cold-blooded bastard?