How To Win My Husband Over

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Chapter 28: Archbishop

"It's not like that. I'm…"

"What do you mean 'not something like that'?"

His huge palm with the gauntlet slapped on my forehead.

……He didn't hit it, he just pressed it. Was he trying to feel my temperature? That's right. He did it last time too.

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

"I heard she played in the garden earlier…… Could it be that she got exposed to too much cold wind? She looks sick."

Freya, who was quick to help, was cheeky, but somehow plausible.

Isaac immediately glared at me with a pathetic expression. Save my life.

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

Hey, you cold-blooded bastard! Yes, I'm immature! It's the innocent, idiot, immature southern princess who has only a six-year-old princess on the same level as her friends! Please think so all the time.

"I won't bother you. I was so excited that I couldn't help but……."

"What else was so exciting?"

"Because I'm going to dine with you?"

I was going to say "sleeping together," but I changed it slightly because it was too cheeky.

I am shy in front of young people. Cough cough.

"It really makes me want to dissect your head."

At the same time as the dreadful words came out of his mouth, my feet were lifted into the air.

Aaaah, no, you bastard! The situation of the chick is insecure!

"Iz?"

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

He was a husband who was always abusive to everyone. What a posh thing.

His posture was so unsteady that I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck, and I felt him flinched as he did last time.

Ha, You have even shown me your naked body so what's wrong with you? I want to stick a bouquet of flowers in his head, but I'll hold it in.

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

"Then you'll fall down and suffer with nosebleed all over again."

I have nothing to say. Oh, shame. The nosebleed at that time is a real shame and it will take time for it to be forgotten.

At that time, I tried to argue that it was because I was sick, but I held it in case he threw me down.

No, I hate being thrown. It doesn't hurt as much as getting hit, but it's still quite traumatic.

Since it's like this, should I work on making progress? The plan failed earlier,, so this time, step by step…….

"I'm so excited to be hugging you like this."

"……."

"You know, I think you're……."

"What song did Lorenzo sing to you?"

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

"I can't remember…."

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