How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 145. Raphael’s fault

“Can we keep him locked up? I don’t want him talking to anyone, and I’d like to be able to use him any time.”

“Of course,” Railin answered politely, and kissed the back of her hand. “Whatever you say.”

Annette let out a long sigh. It felt as if she had smoothed out the last bump, and it was a relief that she could put Ben aside. He was the weapon the King had used to stab her. But now she had the chance to take the knife from his hand.

It was also good for Raphael.

The King had already completely hidden his past so that it would not affect his future. People could despise Raphael for his illegitimacy, but at least they could not taunt him about his mother. But as long as Ben was still alive, there was no telling who he might choose to confide in. Just as he had now.

The only way to keep a secret was to make sure no one knew it. What if someone else interrogated Ben about Raphael? What if that person spread the story around Deltium?

Even if he was her uncle-in-law, it couldn’t be helped.

After all, the ice water of Bavaria flows in my veins.

Just like her father, Annette turned to leave her prisoner there without another word.

“My lady? Lady, where are you going? Young Lady, please, forgive me!”

Ben’s screams did not even touch her. Annette’s mind was already on other things.

Before she departed, she told Celestine everything she had learned, excluding the information about Raphael. Then she went home, as if nothing had happened.

That was when Raphael chose to make his first confession.

* * *

Having stayed up all night to capture and interrogate Ben March, Annette was exhausted. It wasn’t just a full day without sleep; the many revelations and confessions had worn her out, and she was dying for sleep.

Alone in her room, she fell asleep the moment she closed her eyes. But even then, she could not sleep soundly. Again and again, she woke up from nightmares. Her nerves were wound tight, and she woke just as tired as she had been when she fell asleep.

It was all Raphael’s fault.

She sighed as she buried her face in her pillow. The words Raphael had spoken the last time they had gone to bed together kept repeating over and over in her head. She had tried to rationalize it away, but her mind stubbornly refused to let it go.

…I like you so much, Annette.

His voice had trembled a little when he spoke those words. He had been stiff, but it was sincere. Annette’s heart leapt again at the memory.

Since her regression, she had longed to be loved in this life. Deep inside, she had even hoped that her husband would be Raphael again. He was the only one who had stayed at her side until the end. But Raphael had still hated her even in their second life, and so she had decided to shut her heart tight. She didn’t want to depend on anyone else.

She had decided to leave him. Once she had resolved everything, she had planned to leave Deltium and spend this life as a normal person, in the port city of Osland.

It was not good to be feeling so agitated now. Annette pressed the palm of her hand against her chest until her heart regained its normal rhythm, and closed her eyes. She hoped she could sleep soundly now.

What was that?

There were strange noises in the corridor, and Annette opened heavy eyelids. It sounded like something was striking the walls, along with the disjointed muttering that sounded like a madman. The sounds were so strange, a superstitious person might have believed there was a ghost.

Her tired mind had already guessed the source of the disturbance. It was not an unfamiliar sound. Struggling to her feet, she rubbed her eyes and went to open the door of her bedroom.

“Raphael, is that you?” She asked, looking down the dark hallway.