How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 92

"I have no idea what you're worried about. Are you afraid the Cardinal might steal the princess and run away to Romagna? It doesn't make sense no matter how much you think about it."

He was right. Honestly, Ivan also had no idea exactly what Izek was worried about.

If he wanted to ask his colleagues to act as a nanny, he had to at least explain the reason, so that they could follow, right?

It was unreasonable to ask him without explaining.

"I don't know, fuck. You should ask yourself. Did anything else happen? Galar?"

"He was a bit suspicious."

"Are you talking about the Valentino cardinal"?

"No, the one pretending to be a monk. I've never seen a beast so powerful."

Everyone stopped what they were doing in unison and stared at the terrifying aspect of a beast to Galar himself.

He scratched his hair.

"Can't believe me?"

"...I believe, I believe. Will you be able to recognize him if you see him again?"

"I haven't seen his face, but I think I'll recognize him with my gut. Anyway, my lady looked quite happy... wouldn't she be offended if she found out what we're doing?"

"I'll tell Izek to take care of that. Oh shit. It's so hot."

Perhaps because he was in the midst of an excited crowd, he felt like he was sweating profusely.

As soon as Ivan habitually took out his handkerchief, Camu, who had been staring at him without saying a word, suddenly growled.

"What's that handkerchief?"

"... What?"

"You got it from a girl. Who did you get that from when you didn't even participate?"

Ivan quietly turned his eyes and glanced toward the auditorium where the audience was sitting.

To be exact, he looked toward the lazily-fanning lady.

The sight of her silver hair fluttering was also vivid from here.

"It's just... It's from Leah. That small thing is quite skilled..."

"What the hell, you jerk! You got it from the princess!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?!"

"Then, why did you act so fickle looking at the princess?"

"When did I do that?"

"Wow, look at this bastard, pretending to be blackhearted towards the princess. No wonder he was so obedient to Izek! You traitor!"

"It's not like that, you crazy fuckers!"

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In contrast to my mood, it was a very clear day.

Of course, it was fortunate for me to pray for my husband's good health, but I was grumpy for no reason in the useless bright sunlight.

Why did it feel like the weather was teasing me?

"Aren't you cold?"

I glanced back at Cesare asking in a friendly manner.

Sitting in black robes, holding the Bible in one hand and the rosary in the other, he looked reverent and attractive.

The blue-eyed gaze at me was also perfectly friendly.

My situation of having to sit next to him casually throughout the match made me feel endlessly sad.