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?

Was he called Pietro? What were the author's words?

"You've worked hard in a place like this pig cage."

"Are you being serious? I almost cried because I was homesick. I've been waiting for Master."

"Should I give you a pat?"

"I won't answer that."

They are still staring at me while exchanging jokes with each other.

It was obvious that he had to openly reveal the fact that he was monitoring me in this way.