How to Ta My Beastly Husband — Chapter 198. Weakness
“Oh, my! Look at all the people. There weren’t so many before, were there?”
Annette looked at the assembly with wide eyes, as if there had been a sudden surge in mbership to her book club. But she was actually in the prison under the Carnesis house. Eucaly was no longer its sole occupant. There were a number of faces that she was seeing for the first ti.
“First, I caught the guy that was contacting her,” Raphael explained, pointing to a man who was tightly bound. “Then, I got the guy that he was reporting too, and kept doing the sa thing until I found soone useful. Hamilton said this guy reports directly to the King. I just got him to confess.”
Raphael seed quite pleased with his accomplishnts, and looked as if he expected praise for it.
“How wonderful!” Annette exclaid. “There’s nothing you can’t do! It’s so comforting to have you with , Raphael.”
“…it’s nothing,” Raphael muttered. His eyes could look cold and mysterious as a deep lake, but Annette could see he was embarrassed as his ears turned red.
Raphael’s ears were very honest. She had to hide her face in his shoulder to hide her smile, and he hugged her gently.
“What did they say?” She asked, wrapped comfortably in his arms. “Did they know anything useful?”
“The only thing that is certain is that he intends for Lady Keers to be hard on the day of the banquet, and you will be blad for it,” he said, anxiety twisting his features. “That’s it.”
He was learning that love was not always sweet. Love was also fear. What if he lost the woman to whom he had given his heart? His eyes darkened, just imagining it. The thought of losing Annette was like sinking into a swamp.
Wouldn’t it be better to lock her up in a safe place where only he could see her? Then he wouldn’t have to be afraid.
She had taught him to love, and so she had taught him to be afraid.
“Raphael.” Annette must have sensed sothing of his unease. “Nothing will happen to . I have taken every precaution.”
“The banquet is for . The King will try to separate from you. If sothing happens, if I can’t get to you in ti…”
His arms shook as he wrapped them around her, shocking her with the intensity of his emotion. Raphael never showed weakness. The beast had truly given her his heart, and he would be destroyed if she died.
“Don’t worry,” she comforted. “I really will be fine. If the King is planning to accuse , then I will have to be alive, won’t I? Which ans my life isn’t in danger.”
“You don’t know that.”
He hugged her tighter, and Annette wondered if she might die after all. The thought of Raphael standing before her gravestone made her want to cry. He would not cry. His face would only be empty again, and that thought broke her heart.
I must live a long ti in this life. I will definitely not die, Annette told herself firmly. She had already changed the present so much just by catching Eucaly, and sohow it did not seem as fearful when she had already co back to life after death.
“Let’s go up to my room,” she said, taking Raphael’s hand. “I have soone I want you to et.”
Raphael eyed her suspiciously, wondering what the hell else she might have up her sleeve.
* * *
“Pleased to et you, Marquis,” said a man dressed in a maid’s uniform, lifting his skirt in a curtsy. It was a uniform in Raphael’s own colors, the colors of the Marquisate of Carnesis, and Raphael’s eye twitched at the sight of him.
He had many questions.
Why was a man wearing a maid’s uniform? Why was it one of the uniforms of Raphael’s maids? And wearing it so confidently, for that matter. Didn’t he have any sha, as a man?
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