My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 48

No good.

I have no memory from the moment my husband carried me like a princess and took me back to the room yesterday…

Could it be that when I look next to me, my husband is in a disheveled state or something like that?

Feeling my heart thumping, I creakily turn my neck to look beside me.

Contrary to my expectations, it was unoccupied, and I let out a sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed.

I was so surprised! Thank goodness!! It seems I didn’t make any irreparable mistakes.

I never thought that just a tiny sip of fruit wine would lead to something like that.

No alcohol. Absolutely not.

Feeling a bit relieved, I looked at myself again and saw that I was properly dressed in my loungewear.

Of course, it hasn’t come undone or anything.

I don’t remember changing clothes, but did I unconsciously change myself, or did Marie or Dahlia help me…?

Suddenly sensing someone’s presence, I looked into the room and saw my husband asleep on the sofa.

Husband!? Why are you on the sofa?

“Sir. Sir. Please wake up. If you sleep in a place like this, your body will hurt, you know?”

I call out and gently shake his body, but there’s no sign of him waking up. I thought the same on our wedding night, but it seems my husband is extremely hard to wake up.

At that time, I rolled him mercilessly, but considering today, there’s no doubt that I was the one who caused trouble, so I can’t resort to such rough tactics.

Should I let them sleep a bit longer…?

For now, as I was adjusting the towel blanket that had slipped down to his shoulders, my husband’s eyes slowly opened.

“Good morning, Ana.”

The awakened husband said that with a melting smile like I had never seen before.

Ooooh?

“Good morning, sir. I apologize for the trouble I caused yesterday. Why were you resting in a place like this?”

“Ana… I thought it might be bad if she gets sick along the way. But I can’t exactly sleep next to her, can I?”

Saying this, the husband suddenly sits up halfway.

So, in other words, you were worried about me, and my husband himself was watching over me?

What’s this, what’s this? Aren’t you being kind?

“I’m so sorry for causing you trouble. If you could call Marie or Dahlia…”

While I was talking, my husband suddenly squeezed my hand. What!?

“Yesterday, I finally got a chance from Ana. From now on, I want to properly serve her as a husband.”

A chance!? Oh no, I can’t see the situation at all.

“Besides, I don’t think it was a bother at all. I got to spend the whole night together and even see Ana’s sleeping face. It was a perk.”

Saying that, my husband gives a relaxed smile.

Heyyy!! What happened to make it like this!? Tell me! Yesterday’s me!!

Even after that, my hopes that “Surely, my husband was just half-asleep! He’ll be back to his usual self after lunch!” were in vain, as he never returned to his normal self.

The next day.

I was imprisoned in a magical carriage dungeon with my husband, who makes unnecessary romantic moves, and was taken to the royal capital…