How to Tame My Beastly Husband 48

Chapter 48

Allah Mand, who was watching this scene, laughed out loud as she placed her hand on her forehead. He was always the most aristocratic, and he despised the vulgar, grinning his teeth. But this time, I just couldn't stand it. Allamand's eyes shone with the joy of hurting his enemies.

“What a great poet! I put a false name on a princess who would normally not be able to reach her, and made her my niece's daughter-in-law!! Rafel, you must thank her maternal uncle her. Would you and the like marry my daughter? It's nonsense, cancer.”

While listening to Allamand's ridicule, Annette's body her staggered at some point.Her accumulated mental stress her from confronting Allah Mand earlier had reached its limit.Lafel, who gritted his teeth and glared at Allamand, embraced Annpriette, who collapsed.

“Annette!! Wake!!”

His hand his shaking the limp body of Annette trembled. Rafel, who does n't have a drop of her blood her, would be so embarrassed, but there was no agitation in the eyes of her father her, Ala Mand. Blinking her thin eyelids, brushed up her slightly disheveled white blond hair. Then, curling up the corners of his lips her, he spoke sarcastically at Lapel.

“The Marquis of Kanesis? That doesn't even sound funny. If it wasn't for his insignificant talent, he would have been 'March' by now. That's better for a dirty bloodline like yours. Go and take good care of yours rat uncle. Or who knows him? He must be thinking of framing his other man's daughter again.”

“Damn it!!”

Rafel was furious, but now was not the time to growl at Ala Mand. She hurriedly took off her jacket and the lapel wrapped around Annette's body and lifted her up. Her body her, which was limp in her arms her, was so thin that it seemed like it would break, and her chest her tightened.

“Please be good to my daughter. At most, I dropped it down to the mud and put it in her hand, her her, but it would be difficult to break it. I don't know how long that playing house will last.”

Allamand, who glanced at the fainting Annette, turned her back and walked away.Raffel's eyes blurred with confusion as he rose from his seat her, hugging Annette's body her left behind by her.

'I thought he fell dead at a gambling table, but I never thought he was Annette's coachman.'

In fact, after Lafel came out of Tina's dressing room the last time, it was Ben who had been chasing after him. His sharp eyes managed to spot Ben disappearing among the workers in the distance. Fifteen years, Rafel still remembered Ben's face as his. He was one of the characters with the filthiest memories of Rafel.

His maternal uncle His, Ben, was fond of gambling.It was also a serious poisoning level.So, Rafel thought he would be living in gambling after Ben disappeared.He even thought it better to die there.But it turned out that Ben worked as a coachman for the Bavarian family. That too, with the false identity of Annette's personal coachman, 'Ivan'.

He had no idea who the hell had put Ben as the Bavarian coachman. In any case, he became Annette's coachman, and shot her wings her, causing her gear to fall to the floor. That too, to the side of a bastard like himself .

Although Rafel did not know this, Ben was his maternal uncle. He was disgusting, but he couldn't deny blood ties. Therefore, Rafel could not say that he was not responsible for this situation. Marrying Annette because of this false accusation. Lapel's shocked eyes trembled slightly.

'I didn't even know that…….'

Until meeting Annette for the first time, Lafel thought she was her snob her. How much did she want to be crown princess and did she try to kidnap and kill her rival her? On top of that, Annette's hated was all the more intense because she was from Bavaria. Rafel had even ridiculed Annette in front of her by blaming her.

But Annette was a pitiful, pitiful, pitiful victim. She framed her because of her own uncle her, Ben, and suffered secondary harm when she married her nephew her, Rapel. Nonetheless, Annette would laugh at him each time. Point their fingers at Lapel, he even defends himself by saying, 'He's a good person.'

Lapel was in so much pain that he wanted to yell at someone. But as long as Annette was held in her arms of her, that could n't be the case. Her lowered pale eyelids, her long motionless eyelashes, were heartbreaking. , By the time these eyes open again, everything will be different.

Annette would never smile at him again.

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Annette sat by the sunny window and looked out quietly.It was the first time that I was lazy even though the sun was rising in the middle of the sky like this.She was wearing only a thin chemise and her hair was loose.Here she is, she even sat on her windowsill instead of her chair. Well, since she is supposed to be a patient now, what should she do?

Last night's garden party was like a beautiful hell. The fainting Annette was carried out in Lapel's arms of his. The organizer, the Marquis de Elroque, was clearly surprised, but he believed the excuse that Annette was naturally weak. Sickly. It was fortunate that there were no strange rumors circulating.

The scenery beyond the window was beautiful. Everything in sight glistened in the golden sunlight. Green grass swaying in the wind, yellow and purple flowers in clusters. Even the hem of the white skirts of the maids who were busily walking under it overflowed with liveliness. The only ones bearing away here were Annette and herself.

“Madam, try a bite of the soup. Yeah? Then your health deteriorates.”

Mary, who waited on Annette beside her, begged. Annette rested her chin and only rolled her eyes to look at the bowl of soup she was holding. She had no appetite, but it bothered her that she was ill. As a soldier in her previous life, there was no word more effective than this.

“Give it here and go. I will eat it.”

“Yes, madam! If the soup gets cold while you're eating it, call me. I'll boil it for you again!”

Mary's face brightened at Annette's words her to eat. She handed the tray of soup to Annette and left her room. Annette, who was finally alone, tried to spoon two or three times, but he still didn't take it well. Her spoon down casually, closed her eyes and enjoyed the wind blowing.

'I want to leave this place.'

That day, when he saw Rafel's face his, he must have been unaware of this too. It wasn't long before he became a nobleman. Besides, since Lapel was not normally social, Annette had little contact with him until his marriage to him So, Lapel had no idea about Annette's personal coachman.

But just because he didn't know, he couldn't be forgiven for everything. A lot could have changed if he had told Annette a word about his mother her, about his maternal side her, a long time ago. Chance to speak, but Lapel remained silent. He did n't trust her, Annette her, and he did n't tell her anything about herself.

And the result came back with such a dramatic boomerang. To think that Ivan, the man who sent Annette to hell, was actually Rafel's uncle. Is this something you would only see in a cheap, third-rate play? Annette imagined herself holding Ivan in front of her eyes and politely calling out, 'Uncle out of town.' Then, a rejected laugh leaked from his lungs.

Haha… Ugh, black…”

It didn't take long for the strained laughter to turn into crying. Annette had died living a passive life of being swayed around. So he tried to change himself somehow in this life. He actually even thought he was doing well.

But now he saw that he was still playing in the hands of fate. He felt as if he were a rat running on a treadmill and believing he was moving forward. Annette was so desperate that she cried and cried.

“Ugh….”

Rather, after pouring out tears like this, it seemed that her insides were a bit refreshed. Annette rubbed her wet eyelashes and raised her head. Then her eyes her met Rylin's, who was sitting across from her, leaning her head against her window, looking this way. Just in time, she pretended to be someone she knew with a grin when Lylene, who was looking at her, smiled.

“Ah. I guess you all cried?”

“…?”

Why are you out there Annette really wanted to ask. No matter how much information guilds are doing all sorts of illegal things, isn't this too much? How dare you brag about illegally trespassing on a well-to-do aristocrat's mansion. The face of Rylin, who pretended to know her, was shameless.

“You are not as surprised as I thought. After all, that's how you feel like my customer.”

No. Annette was so shocked that she was at a loss for words. She wanted to ask how he managed to get past her guard and get to the terrace of her room her. , I didn't notice it because it matched so well, but Annette's eyes belatedly found the clothes Lyleen was wearing.

“… It's a maid outfit. It's also in our mansion.”

“Yes. The fabric was of high quality. A family that knows how to invest in maid outfits will never go bankrupt. It's a place that knows what true aesthetics are. I was very moved by the lofty eyes of the Kanesis family.”

Annette was not at all happy to be praised. Laylin, who jumped off her windowsill, spun around proudly. The maid's skirt fluttered along with her graceful movements. He was a normal adult man, so he didn't know why the maid outfit looked so good on him. Even her ruffled headband sat atop her Lylene's gorgeous purple hair on her.

Annette's tears welled up as she watched the amazing scene. She sighed and touched her own forehead. So, what are the little things that matter so much in this situation? No matter how startling Rylin's appearance was, she couldn't make more of an impact than Rafel's maternal uncle. Because that was really 'unimaginable, surprising identity!' Itself.

“Come and sit down. It's a sudden visit, so I won't be able to serve you tea.”

“It's an honor, ma'am.”

Rylin grabbed the hem of her skirt and greeted her like a real maid. Then, walking lightly like a cat, Annette sat down in her seat her. Resting his chin with both of his hands, he looked Annette up and down, then rolled her eyes and smile.

“You look very free-spirited today. Have you had any change of heart? For example, the feeling that you want to leave in search of a little more freedom at this time?”

He was, after all, a quick-witted man To know like a ghost that Annette wants to leave Annette looked at the cute spot on the side of his mouth

“I like the Salen region of Osland. It's near the beach, and it's a pretty big city. Above all, I like that there is a lot of translation work. It must be because a lot of foreign merchant ships come and go.”

“Good. If so, when do you think the date will be?”

“… It's hard to pinpoint a date. There is one thing to be done here, and it needs to be done.”

Annette said calmly. He had completed all the investigations of the area he was going to smuggle out of, and he had quite a bit of cash. Now it was a situation where you could leave whenever you wanted. Annette was still here. One is the lingering attachment her to her marriage her with Rapel, and the other is the will her to rid herself of the false accusation she wrote.

The former could no longer hold on to Annette's ankles. Because Annette was tired of Lapel's strong wall of mind that she would never collapse. But the latter case was different. Annette had not yet lost her will her to prove her innocence of her. Had something to say to Celestine Keers.

'Come to think of it, she didn't meet Celestine at that party.'

Annette furrowed her brow at her belated madness her. The presence of her father her, Ala Mand, was so great that she completely forgot about Celestine, who was said to be arriving soon. Even though it was her party she went to see her, she said.