Chapter 147

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 147. An Ordinary Couple (2)

Annette was trying to hold back tears as she kissed his head.

“You will have to sleep well without me. You can do it. You are strong.”

Raphael only grunted softly in his sleep, as if in refusal, and she let out a small laugh. A tear escaped from her eyes.

If only they were an ordinary couple, like almost anyone else.

The two of them could have been happy to get married. In her last life, she had blamed herself for her bad relationship with Raphael, because she was a coward who did nothing to repair it. In this life, she had hoped to get along with him. Maybe they would even fall in love with each other. There were many others who fell in love after an arranged marriage. She had hoped for nothing more than an ordinary life.

But it wasn’t just about the two of them. It was said that marriage was not the union of a couple, but the union of two families, and the royal family of Deltium and the noble family of Bavaria were like vipers entwined, trying to bite one another. Annette could only try to avoid being torn apart in the middle.

“You will have to get used to life without me,” she added, and softly began to hum. The melody was as soft as a breeze at first, but gradually became clearer, and Raphael’s body wilted backwards onto the bed. Now deeply asleep, his terrible nightmares could no longer torment him.

The frowning lines between his brows gradually faded, and she laid down beside him as she saw him relax. Face to face with him, he was so extraordinarily beautiful. She gazed at that face until her eyes drooped closed.

“Sweet dreams, Raphael…”

But there was something Annette did not know about his night terrors, something she had not read about sleepwalkers.

In rare cases, the sleepwalker was aware of what was happening around them.

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Sleepwalking felt very strange.

It was a hard thing to describe in words, as if half of one’s soul had floated away from the body, leaving the other half with its own opinions about managing the body. It was almost as if his consciousness had been split in half.

He wandered the halls like a noisy ghost, with pain twisting his face. It was a strange, humiliating experience that shamed him greatly.

Soon after, the door to a room nearby open, and Annette appeared. She looked different than usual, disheveled and sleepy. Her face was normally as expressionless as a doll’s, but there was a shadow on it now, as if she were sorry to find him like this. She reached to take his hand.

“Are you having another nightmare? It’s all right now. Come here.”

Sitting him on the bed, she stroked his cheek, her eyes desolate as a still lake. Raphael felt his heart go numb, and it seemed the other half of his soul agreed, because his body let her head rest on her shoulder.

“I really wanted to get along with your family,” she whispered sadly. “But it seems like they already hate me.”

Why was she suddenly saying that? He couldn’t understand it. His father had told him over and over what a good wife Annette would be and the many reasons why he should marry her. The stubborn Raphael would never have married her, but at the time he could not afford to refuse the King.

Maybe she had misunderstood something. It was the King who had wanted Raphael to marry. It was Selgratis who had thought she would be a good wife for his son. Annette’s only flaw was her family.

He would explain it to her when he woke up. He didn’t want her to feel slighted by his family. But just then, she kissed his head and whispered.

He was determined to explain it to her later when he woke up. He didn’t want her to feel slighted by his family. Just then, she kissed him on the head. Then she whispered in a sad voice.

“You will have to sleep well without me. You can do it. You are strong.”

…what is she talking about now?