How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 130. Strange Behavior (1)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Very late the next day, Annette still could not get out of bed. At least Raphael, who had thoroughly satisfied himself, seemed much less anxious. He even went as far as bringing Annette her dinner himself.
As he sliced her meat, Raphael glanced at her, wondering. Was it her white blankets that made her look even prettier, her face so pale and perfect? Or maybe she was still flushed from all the times they had been together. Either way, what mattered most was that his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I am lucky to have married her.
Unconsciously, his hands stopped moving, and as if she felt him gazing at her, she looked up at him pitifully. Raphael started like a thief caught in the act.
“Did you want some of the meat?” Annette asked weakly. “My stomach is a little upset…”
She thought he was looking at her because he wanted it himself, but Raphael shook his head at the strange offer, extending one of the bite-sized pieces he had cut to her. Automatically, she ate it, her head cocked to one side at this unusual attitude.
“Has something happened?” She asked, concerned. “You seem a little strange today.”
Annette was guiltily wondering whether he might have discovered what she had really done last night. Raphael never just came out and said it when he discovered something that bothered him. Instead, he would either act out, or glue himself to her side. Just like now.
Otherwise, he would never be so nice to her.
Annette’s trust in her husband was at an all-time low, but Raphael unfortunately didn’t know it.
Should I tell her now?
Raphael wanted to confess his feelings to her immediately. The feeling of being terrified was something he had never felt before, and he couldn’t control it.
But he was also afraid to just blurt it out rashly when there were so many secrets between them. Especially concerning the secrets of his origin.
If I confess, I must tell her everything.
If he had been the same Raphael Annette remembered, he would never have considered it. If she had asked, he would have cut her off coldly. Raphael’s deep inferiority complex was almost entirely due to his mother.
If she had just been a commoner, I wouldn’t have to worry so much.
At the thought of his mother, Raphael automatically held his head in his hands. Annette had been incredibly generous to him in spite of her vastly superior birth. But would she remain so if she learned about his mother. Posted only on NovelUtopia
Raphael couldn’t know that she had been interrogating his uncle only last night. Annette already knew everything.
What should I do?
His jaw clenched as he agonized internally, unable to decide. He would have hidden it forever, if he could. But he already understood the root of the problem. He had to stop hiding things from her. If he couldn’t let go of his greatest insecurity, he would inevitably lose her.
He was willing, as Hamilton had suggested, to give up his pride rather than let her go. But he didn’t even know where to start. It was too serious a subject to bring up out of the blue.
How do I tell her?
Hardly a skilled conversationalist, Raphael was deeply worried. After much reflection, he decided to scout out the terrain a little first.
He was too afraid of being hurt.
“Annette,” he said cautiously, his expression serious. “How important is lineage to you?”
Inwardly, Annette sighed at his anxious eyes. Someone must have been taunting him about his background again, badly enough that he had gotten up early and come to her, and had been clinging close ever since.