Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 93

Chapter 47.1

Still, he didn’t return to the way he was in the original novel.

It was as if someone had spilled a bunch of magical sugar powder on him. The funny thing was, he was only kind to me.

On the day that the delegation of the Temple of Tunia left, he scratched the archbishop’s spirit again. The archbishop, unable to get angry at the insults and could barely step on the rising anger, looked pitiful. He sent the delegation away like ‘Raniero Actilus’ and immediately treated me with a 180-degree change of attitude.

I tore my hair out.

‘This is a character breakdown…?!’

How could Raniero Actilus act like the protagonist of a true romance novel? If it had been described like this in the original story, I wouldn’t have given half a star to 『 Flowers Bloom In The Abyss 』

‘And why… to me?’

It was really strange.

Truthfully, I didn’t even really think about it that deeply. It was because there was nothing bad about this character breakdown. If you think about it objectively, it was rather close to a good thing… but as he became more affectionate, I became more and more anxious.

That was probably because I knew him too well.

‘…I can’t accept it straight away.’

Tormented by Raniero all day, I lay on the bed.

As I placed both hands on my navel, I blinked and gazed up at the ceiling. He smiled when I touched his hair or cheeks. Even though when we first got married in the spring, he hated being touched. Not only that, but he kept questioning what I liked—anything I would like to have or a request I would want him to hear.

In fact, every time he asked me something like that, I hesitated. It wasn’t because I am not a materialistic person…

…It was because this was Actilus.

If I wanted to stay rooted in this country, I would receive all kinds of luxuries when he offered them, but I was going to run away. I did not want to waste those things when I left. I knew my civic personality very well. If I were attached to things and had lingering feelings, gaps would follow.

And, for some reason, I didn’t even want to leave more traces of myself than necessary.

‘Just imagining if my favorite items were in the room when he brought Seraphina…’

…That was kind of strange.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

I deliberately spoke out loud before closing my eyes. I shouldn’t think too complicatedly and be thankful that I do not have to worry about my life right away. After all, peace should be fully enjoyed when given.

‘…And, never let go of your tension.’

Because I never knew when he would change.

If he had been a predictable person, I wouldn’t have been able to live like this while sweating.

Let’s remember, he was always the person whose fun was the most important thing. I didn’t know why he was doing this, but… perhaps because it was fun. That meant that the moment he lost interest, his attitude would change like the palm of his hand.

…Where did that damn cruelty go?

After thinking of Raniero for a while, I sighed and changed clothes.

I should just go to sleep.

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Crossing his legs, Raniero Actilus shook his head.

He had a complaint recently. It was because his wife didn’t give a clear answer on what she likes.

…Jewelry? Clothes?

It wasn’t that he didn’t think about it. However, Raniero quickly eliminated those from the nomination. The problem was that it was not anything special. After all, she was already overflowing with jewelry and clothes from the people who were trying to look good to her.

He didn’t want to be a latecomer.

In that context, he felt good when she asked him to take her to the subjugation.

It was because there was only one person, the Emperor, who had the power to decide whether to take her or leave her in the Palace. She asked him for a favor that only he could grant. Raniero gladly accepted and rejoiced.

At the same time, an exhilarating warmth flowed from his fingertips and toes. It was something in a different direction from the joy he usually felt…

A sense of willingness to be addicted.

So, Raniero persistently asked Angelica—what she wanted, he could do it for her, yet she didn’t tell him at all.

Raniero scratched the left armrest with his fingernail. Truthfully, there was one more reason to be apprehensive. While he certainly liked the thrill of accepting Angelica’s cautious request, if he was asked if her response was entirely satisfactory, it wasn’t.

Because she didn’t laugh.

Come to think of it, Angelica always looked embarrassed or a little scared in front of him.

He could count the amount of times she smiled with his hands, and the amount of eye contact they shared was even less. Contrary, he could vividly picture her nervous face, her troubled face, her fearful face, and even her crying face in his mind.

…Still, it wasn’t her smiling face.

Raniero wanted to have it.

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