How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 28

"It's not like that. I'm..."

"What do you mean not like that?" His giant palm moved forward to slap my forehead.

...Well, he didn't hit me, he just pressed his palm against it. Was he checking the temperature? He did the same last time.

"That's weird. Why are you sweating so much when you don't have a fever?"

"She was playing in the garden earlier... I think she spent too much time in the cold wind. She seems to be sick," said Freya, who was quick to help, but somehow, her words made sense.

Izek immediately glared at me with a frustrated expression.

Just save my life.

"I don't know if I'm married or if I'm taking care of a child..."

Hey, you cold-blooded bastard! Yes, I'm a child! An innocent, idiotic, immature southern princess whose only friends are six-year-old princess' of the same level of maturity! Please think that way all the time.

"I'm not going to get in trouble. I was so excited that I didn't sleep well..."

"What was so exciting?"

I was going to say 'Sleeping with you?' but I changed my mind because I thought it was too much to say in front of young ones.

"I really want to open your head to take a look into it." At the same time as these terrifying words came out, my feet lifted in the air.

Oh, no, no, you son of a bitch! I'm being treated as a chick again!

"Haa?"

"Tell him to apologize next time. I don't have much time today."

My husband was consistently arrogant to everyone. What a know-it-all he was. I felt like I was slipping, so I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck.

Ha, what's wrong with you after showing me your naked body? I want to whack the bouquet of flowers on your head, but I'll put up with it.

"I'm heavy, so you can let me down."

"And then you'll bleed out again."

No words. Oh, the same shame. The bloody nose from that time is a real shame.

I tried to argue that it was because I was sick, but I held it back because he might throw me away. I hate being thrown. It didn't hurt much physically, but it's still a kind of trauma.

Since we kept doing this, should I start working on getting his affection? The plan failed first, so now, one step at a time...

"I'm so happy to be in your arms like this."

"......"

"You know, I thought you were... "

"What song did Lorenzo sing to you?"

What? W-Why are you asking me that all of a sudden? Don't you know that?

"I don't remember..."

"I heard it was a song that made fun of your curly hair. Is that right?"

Aha, so that's what you knew. I... I can't believe it. Besides, I don't have curly hair. It's naturally wavy!

Well, I didn't want to tell him the lyrics of that horrible song. He shouldn't start paying attention to those rumors. I hated them. I didn't want to look fickle.