How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 84. Strange Dream (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

The night had gone.

Annette lifted eyelids that felt much heavier than usual, and found bright sunlight streaming through the window. It felt as if she had slept until nearly noon. It wasn’t surprising. Whenever she had s3x with Raphael, it was difficult to get up early the next day.

Annette tried to rise to her feet, only to find Raphael’s sturdy arms wrapped tightly around her. The line of his jaw at her forehead felt a little rough, stubbled from the growth of his beard overnight. Annette looked up at his face, bewildered.

Why the hell is this man like this?

It was Raphael that had always guarded the distance in both their relationships. It probably wasn’t because of any affection that he had clung to her so determinedly last night. It was just because he thought another man had taken an interest in one of his possessions.

It was too wearing on her heart to be swayed by his whims. It would be best to leave for Osland as soon as she could, before she developed any further attachment to him, especially under these circumstances. But before she could do that, she needed to get to the bottom of the accusations against her, and find the real culprit.

Annette sat up, pushing his arms away, and Raphael frowned but did not wake up. She wondered what would happen if he did. Leaving the warmth of the bed, she slipped from the covers.

But the moment she set her feet on the floor, her vision was suddenly dizzy. Her breath felt hot. There was a stinging in her throat, as if she had a cold. Perhaps it was because she had slept in the cold wind on the balcony. Posted only on NovelUtopia

Of course, the strenuous use to which her body had been subjected afterward might also be a factor. Remembering the events of the previous night, Annette was embarrassed.

Making her way to the table, Annette fortunately found a thick robe on the chair. She slipped it on and made her way downstairs. It seemed the time had come to test the skills of her newly hired doctor.

And as she had hoped, the doctor was as competent as she remembered.

“You have a cold.”

Her tonsils were especially swollen, and her throat ached as if there were tiny shards of glass in it. Eucaly’s expression darkened as she took Annette’s temperature. The fever was much higher than expected.

“I will prescribe a febrifuge, to reduce your fever. Please keep warm today and go to bed early. Drink all the water you can.”
Annette nodded.

“If you would like, I can give you a tonic to help restore your energy. If you take it regularly, you’ll be much stronger.”

“I would appreciate it. Please do.”

After Eucaly departed to get the medicine, Annette was left alone on the couch in the drawing room, and she lay back, closing her eyes. Eucaly had told her to go to bed early, but Raphael was still sleeping in her room. If she laid down beside him, her body would be warm, but her heart would be cold.

But she also didn’t want to go to Raphael’s room, even if it was empty. Where could she go to sleep? As Annette ran her fingers through her hair, fretting, she was startled by the heat of her forehead.

Tap-tap…

At that moment, a maid approached with a message. Annette frowned, puzzled.

“A visitor? But I’m not expecting anyone…”

When one visited the residence of a noble, usually a request was sent in advance, indicating when they would arrive and on what business. The visit would not occur without the head of the family granting permission. This protocol was the most basic etiquette for social calls in Deltium’s aristocratic society.

Of course, if it was a close relationship, there was no need for these formalities. But few people were close enough to Annette to ignore it. Who on earth would dare to visit her in this rude way?

“Who is it?” Annette asked, slightly dazed with fever.

“Well…I am sure it is a noblewoman, but she hasn’t given her family. She just said she would like to have a private conversation with you. She said you would probably agree,” the maid added, “if I showed you this.”

Annette’s eyes widened as she looked at the object the maid produced. They were an ordinary pair of gloves, which could be purchased anywhere. But one of the gloves clearly showed the marks of teeth. As if someone had bitten it.

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