The Earl’s Bad Wife

Why is my husband here supposed to be on assignment in a neighboring country!?

I was unobstructed with an open mouth.

I wondered if such a husband would have walked over here softly pushing the fool beside him away and holding me tight for some reason.

"Dear Hermina, it's all right now."

- No, I screamed earlier, because I saw you. What?

Those words came to me, but I couldn't care less because I heard my husband's voice and was heartbroken if I was gently held tight.

I leave my weight with my husband, and exhale a sigh of relief.

"I read the letter and thought something had happened..."

"Yeah, well."

He seems to have guessed a lot from the contents of the letter.

As always, I think he's the one who can hang up.

"Nevertheless, what the hell is this situation -?"

A husband who shouts a low, cold voice, changing from the honey-like voice he had just had.

The gaze seemed to be on the man behind it.

He returned to me and thought it was embarrassing to have someone else's eye but he was getting a hug, he tried to leave me, but my husband wouldn't let me go.

What the hell……….

My husband speaks to a stupid man.

"You will certainly be transferred to our unit, Sir Ignatz von Sinaek,"

He seemed to have a good grasp of his face and name.

Apparently, once, they met face-to-face.

What does that man look like now?

If I were in his shoes, I might have poked my knee on the ground and begged for forgiveness.

That's about it, my husband was talking in a cold voice like he'd never heard before. I don't see the look on your face, but it must be terribly harsh. I'm glad I can't see, I sneak up with my face nodded to my husband's chest.

"Sir Sainake, may I speak with you for a moment?

"Yes, no, the…………"

"You have plenty of time because you're on vacation, right?

"……… it is."

"You say you have time to spend with someone else's (one) wife and no time with your future boss?

"Yes, no, it's okay"

"Thank you."

If I talk to you, my husband will finally let me go.

I glanced back at my husband's face slightly as I put my disturbed forehead back in my hand.

Surprisingly, I thought you were angry, but you looked troubled.

"Oh, you know, me -"

"Dear Hermina, I'm sorry."

"Eh?"

"It's getting late."

- No, I'm surprised it's too soon.

When I tried to say that, I was gripped to wrap my hand around it, my chest beating high.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be waiting."

"Yes, I'll do my best"

What the hell are we going to do? I was too scared to ask.

I walk away from my husband and look back at the man behind me.

He was astonishingly bright blue in the face and stood up on the spot.

What face was her husband talking to? I feel a little sorry for you.

When I tried to speak up, my husband held me from behind.

"Dear Hermina, you look tired for a long time. Go home to our house and rest."

"Yeah, yeah. Right."

I get whispered in my ear and feel my face get hot.

I wonder what this, excessive touch is.

If I thought so, I remembered earlier declaring grandiose that I liked my husband, and I felt an intolerable shame. Really, I don't think it was a good time. No, it was a dangerous place, so was it a good time?

Anyway, as I was told, I'm leaving my husband in a hurry to get home.

"See you later."

"Yeah."

He also said goodbye to the man, "Well, good day to you," but apparently my voice had not arrived.

If he tries to get the accounting done, the store owner said his husband has already finished making the payment.

It seems that he had commanded his followers.

I thought he was someone who couldn't be pulled out anywhere.

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When I got home, I went to see my daughter's face and decided to take a bath.

Remove the flashy clothes clutteringly, remove the dark makeup and soak them in the hot tub.

Here again, I took a huge sigh of relief.

I haven't heard anything yet, but I think I'm okay with this.

So much so that I trusted and relied on my husband.

It would be an unthinkable change of heart from the beginning when they asked me about the marriage.

I am sure that my feelings for my husband are also a declaration.

It's kind of embarrassing, but I thought it was an emotion I wanted to take care of.

But I don't know what good looks to my husband when he comes home.

I wish I hadn't come home today, and I hope you'd come home soon.

This would be philosophically a disobedience (antinomy).

Too long during bathing time to think about those philosophies (ideas).

In the first place, replacing romantic feelings with philosophy may be the ultimate in stupidity.

My feelings would be the simplest and easiest to understand.

You don't have to think hard.

Out of the water to cool off the lit body.

After purifying her body and getting herself ready, she decided to wait for her husband to return with her daughter.

The husband's return home was such a time period that his daughter fell asleep deeply and the dates changed.

"I'm home now."

"Welcome home."

Your husband also looked tired.

If you ask me, they were rushing home after the mission.

"What's wrong with your men?

"I'm back with you."

"Oh, yeah."

Apparently, we even got involved with unrelated people.

"I think they've had a good experience, too."

"I hope so"

My husband once told my bedroom and went to see my daughter's face.

He says he slept like an angel and comes back smiling.

The bedroom is dark.

Here, my husband found that his eyes worked at night as well. Horrible man!

I don't care about that, I ask for the results of a frightening discussion.

"I heard everything from Ignatz von Sainake."

"Yeah."

"If you say the result, you can say it's solved."

"Really?"

"Yes. No more worries."

"Oh, good............!

stroking down his chest in a ho.

After all, I was right to rely on my husband.

Although the discussion seems to have prolonged over a few hours, it has been resolved safely and I am very pleased.

Dorothea, I'm so glad it didn't bother your sister or your busy brother-in-law either.

"You must be tired, right?

"Exactly, right. I've been crossing swords."

"- Huh?"

"I scratched my sweat, so I want to take a bath now"

"Doh, go ahead?

"Yeah, but I'd like to talk to Master Helmina just a little bit more like this."

"I'll be waiting for you, just soak me in hot water slowly."

"Aren't you tired?

"No, because I was resting while I waited for you"

"Then I'll be sweet with your words."

My husband gets up and out of the room.

While I was left in the room, I thought about the puzzling story and tilted my neck.

Until now, my husband has crossed swords with Ignatz von Sinaek.

Why the hell not?

The answer didn't even come up with a guess, so I decided to wait for my husband to come back for a long time.

Ten minutes later, my husband returns to his room.

The neatly groomed chick-colored hair returned to a fluffy state and the clothes were also generous before going to bed.

"Thanks to you, it's refreshing."

"That's good"

A husband who sits on the opposite side of his bench and looks at me with a smile and a swinging smile.

I kind of lit up and turned away.

In the meantime, let's get back to what we talked about earlier.

"So, how did you solve it?

"It's a simple story. I'm just saying that if you shut up the royal secrets, you'll be in danger to your home."

"Ah!"

It was.

If we talk about what the royal family is trying to hide, the king will not shut up either.

The disposition will not only be in person, but the house will also be wrapped up.

I trembled at what a horrible thing that man was doing.

"We kept this a secret."

"Why not? You won't tell your brother-in-law?

"Yes. He's in a lot of danger, too."

"What's the critical position?

"Ignatz von Sainake is the child of the mistress of the former Marquis de Sainake."

"Well, I was."

His mother died when he was five years old and he was apparently taken as the five men of the Marquis family.

Sure, I feel like the time I met him was around that time. At the time, I was supposed to understand why I wasn't being polite.

"I thought it would be the most appropriate punishment to report to the Marquis and be banished over the clan, but he would be my subordinate, so it would be better to have the name of the Marquis - convenient. If Hermina wants it, will you report it to the Marquis?

"No......"

I thought it would be a more painful punishment to be around my husband's men.

Well, all I can tell that guy is to do his best.

"And well, that's why the discussion ended in about thirty minutes"

"Is that so?

That would mean that all the remaining hours would have crossed swords.

"Why would you do something like that?

"Personally, I couldn't forgive you."

"What?

"Dear Helmina, I feel bad."

"Oh......"

I was surprised about this, too.

The confusion was greater because I had no experience of being told over the opposite sex.

After the discussion, my husband called it training and it seems he hurt him for several hours.

He was not treated like a private fighter for the legitimate purpose of training, and he seemed to retaliate through the right procedures.

"Don't worry, there's nothing like him coming into contact with Master Helmina anymore."

"Ah, thank you"

I thought it might be a little too much, but I decided not to say anything to thank you.