Chapter 79

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 79. Perfume (1)

Railin dropped down without hesitation, landing softly on the balcony without making a sound. His shadow fell across Annette’s face as he approached her rocking chair, but Annette sensed no danger. She was sound asleep, with her blonde hair falling over her cheeks.

Beautiful hair.

“Oh. I’ll never finish my work this way.”

Railin smiled sourly. He had two reasons for visiting today: to bring the information she had requested last time about immigrating illegally to Osland, and to sell her information about an unexpected visitor. Though Railin sometimes showed up unannounced, he always had a reason. He was a busy man.

Apparently he had picked the wrong time now. He couldn’t bring himself to wake her when she was sleeping so peacefully.

Last time, she had shown him her tearful face, and now she showed her sleeping face. She was a strange woman, bold enough to infiltrate the temple, yet timid enough to be frightened by the sight of him dressed up as one of the temple statues. Remembering her surprised face, with tears of fright in her eyes, a smile appeared at his lips.

I can’t get enough of looking at her.

Tilting his head, he examined her face. She looked like a porcelain doll, with those long eyelashes and flushed cheeks. Her breathing was so soft, it was almost inaudible.

He reached out a hand to check if she was alive, and suddenly the book she had been reading slipped from her lap and fell to the ground. Curiously, he picked it up, wondering what sort of book such a refined lady would be reading. His eyes widened at the title.

Interrogation Methods to Secure Confessions from Uncooperative Subjects

Further down was an even more gruesome subtitle in smaller print that read, Including simple but effective of methods of torture!

Railin’s disbelieving gaze flicked repeatedly from the brutal book to Annette’s peaceful face, and a chuckle escaped him.

What a funny woman. It was fortunate that she was planning to leave her husband and go to Osland. Railin was sure his chance would come eventually.

A rare smile appeared on his handsome face.

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Annette woke with a start.

It seemed she had fallen asleep reading in her rocking chair on the balcony. She had been quite troubled by her encounter with Celestine at the Temple.

Annette couldn’t tell if Celestine’s words had been true. And in the case that neither of them were guilty of the kidnapping, then who else could have planned it?

Her thoughts only became more confused as her reference books became more vicious. If she ever ran into that coachman, Ivan…she really wanted to question him. She had to know who had been behind all of this.

But she wasn’t going to find an answer now, no matter how much she worried about it. It was dark out, and the wind blowing in from the garden was quite cold. At this rate, she was going to end up getting sick again.

As she rose from her chair, the coat covering her body fell to the ground, and Annette’s eyes widened as she picked it up.

A man’s coat?

For a moment, she wondered if Raphael had covered her with it before he left. But the coat was too garish to be Raphael’s, a dark wine color trimmed with gold braid. Raphael would never wear a coat like this.

Annette’s head tilted to one side as she caught the scent of cologne on the coat, strangely sensual. She knew who owned this coat.

Her sleepy eyes narrowed.

“Railin, are you here?”