How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 4. No More Anger

This chapter has been re-worked by Regan, we have picked up the novel from chapter 64

When is Raphael coming?

Annette rubbed her eyes sleepily. She was very tired. She had had to wake up early in the morning, and spent the day worrying about how to successfully get through her wedding. All of it had taken quite a toll, and she couldn’t help drifting toward sleep. Eventually, she leaned back against the headboard and began to doze.

How long has it been?

Suddenly, she heard the door open. Raphael strode into the bedroom, wearing only a robe on his large body. His black hair and firm chest gleamed with droplets of water in the light. His deep blue eyes focused on her like a predator who has located his prey.

“You haven’t slept yet.”

Raphael was so tall and powerfully built, his mere entrance into the bedroom made it suddenly feel cramped. His half-naked body was overbearing, intimidating as a giant black panther. Annette scrambled out of bed, feeling a sudden sense of impending doom. Her tongue darted out, nervously wetting her lips.

“Yes. I was waiting for you.”

His eyes deepened at her oddly naive answer. Even though it was a simple answer, it was strangely exciting. The atmosphere of the room shifted, tense with anticipation, and fortunately Raphael broke the silence first.

“Come, let’s have a drink.”

Blinking at the unexpected suggestion, Annette went to him immediately. His actions were so different today, perhaps because their wedding had gone so well. In her previous life, he hadn’t offered to share a drink. Instead, he had appeared to be drunk already when he appeared, and he had rushed at her in madness and…

…no. There was no need to think of those painful memories.

Calmly, Annette sat down in front of him, and Raphael tilted the bottle, filling her glass with wine. The clear golden liquid was fragrant and strong, an expensive wine that he preferred. When half her glass was full, he suddenly looked at her questioningly.

“You know how to drink, don’t you?”

Unlike Raphael, Annette didn’t like drinking that much. But this was the first time Raphael had been so friendly with her, and she didn’t want to ruin the friendly atmosphere. At his encouragement, she took the glass of wine and gulped it down. There was a burning as if her esophagus had caught fire.

Having already emptied his own glass, Raphael looked at her resolutely. His deep blue eyes skimmed over her small face, her gentle eyes, her flushed cheeks, and stopped, lingering on her lips, as alluring as a small bud, blooming.

But at that moment, Raphael’s forehead furrowed with displeasure. It was annoying that he felt some sort of sexual attraction for her. He couldn’t believe he was lusting after a woman of the Bavaria family, who so despised him for his illegitimacy.

Raphael’s blue eyes turned cold.

Annette, who had not yet noticed this shift in his mood, set down her glass and touched her burning cheeks. When she looked up at him, she was startled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Having already been married to him, she quickly realized something was wrong. She didn’t know why, but his face was twisted, and as soon as their eyes met, he smiled sardonically.

“Come, now that you’ve had a drink, tell me the truth.”

“What? What the…” Suddenly, Annette had a bad feeling. She tried to ask calmly, but Raphael leaned closer, whispering wickedly.

“Do you still believe you can be the Crown Princess?”

The atmosphere chilled in an instant. This was a misunderstanding that had plagued Annette for all the rest of her previous life.

The accusation that she had done something unspeakable to become Crown Princess.

Even in her previous life, Raphael had believed it, and their honeymoon ended in fights and tears.

When in fact, I barely even remember him anymore.

Having returned from her own death, Annette did not care about the marriage that had been canceled more than five years before. The face of Crown Prince Ludwig, who she had once believed she would marry, was now a hazy memory. And now that she thought about it, she was glad that she had not become Crown Princess.

But one thing she had always found so unfair was that to the day of her death, she had never been able to clear herself of those false charges. Even though she had no interest in being Crown Princess now, Annette wanted to disprove the accusations against her. Her previous life had been so wretched because she had never taken any initiative.

Looking down at her, Raphael’s blue eyes flashed coldly, and Annette sighed inwardly at the sight. She had tried to defend herself hundreds of times in her previous life, even though she knew it was useless.

“That is a misunderstanding, Raphael,” she said. “I never did anything like that. Someone framed me.”

“Who is it? That’s funny, when the testimony was so clear. Someone who hoped to be Crown Princess must have been terribly disappointed to marry someone like me.”

Her protests went unheard. His eyes were so filled with malice, and he looked on her with utter contempt. Without a doubt, he had believed the rumors he heard, just as he had in her previous life.

“If you don’t believe me, then I don’t have anything else to say to you,” she said. “It’s late today. Let’s rest and talk again tomorrow.”

She was tired. She had no desire to repeat the same argument again. Rising, she moved to leave, as she usually did when Raphael was being mean. It was useless to try and talk to him when he was in this mood. Instead, the longer the conversation went on, the uglier the fight would become. Best to avoid it before the fight could begin.

But Raphael was a newlywed, and didn’t mean to let her go so easily. Before she saw it coming, a large hand caught her wrist and pulled her back, just as he had done at the wedding.

“Where are you going on our first night? Don’t upset me, Annette.”

Small, slender Annette was no match for the well-built Raphael. As she fell back in his strong grip, the long blonde hair that the maids had brushed so beautifully with such care was disheveled, and Raphael reached out a hand to brush it tenderly. Annette shuddered at the sudden affection.

The feeling of that large, warm hand stroking her hair over the curve of her earlobe was too intense. Unconsciously, she turned her head to avoid his touch, and Raphael roughly grasped her face, turning it back toward him.

“Shhh. You think I’m a bad guy, and so you keep avoiding me like this. Why is that? Is it because I’m not the Crown Prince? It must make a noble Bavaria woman like you feel sick just to look at a low bastard like me. Hmm?”

His voice was chillingly sweet, but the words he spoke grew more and more hurtful. He was determined to quarrel with her. Sometimes he would come to her with this seething rage, just as he had today.

And if it had been like her previous life, Annette would have fought back fiercely. And they would have ended up arguing and arguing until they had no words left to hurt each other.

But Annette had no more anger in her. These futile quarrels had exhausted her in her previous life. Even though his words hurt her, it was equally painful to hurt him back. She wanted to try to be a little wise.

She needed to find a better way to deal with him.

“Raphael, please let go of me. Hmm?”

Instead of being angry, she gently took the hand gripping her cheek, and in a calm voice, requested that he let her go. It was uncomfortable to be held so strongly by him. He was a former Lord General. His grip was unusually rough and strong.

Of course, he would not let her go easily. Raphael hated his half brother, the Crown Prince Ludwig. The fact that Annette had resorted to such despicable means to try and marry him only made him loathe her more. His eyes filled with such cold hate, it was like needles piercing her skin.

But Annette was not afraid of him. In the five years of their previous marriage, he had never once raised a hand to her. She would be more clever this time, and fortunately, she had a little idea how to manage him.

“Let me go, Raphael, it really hurts,” she whispered faintly, and let her lip quiver. It looked to him that she really was in pain, and the pitiful sight instantly distressed him. Startled, Raphael quickly removed his hand from her face.

“Are you really hurt?”

He was still dubious at her fox-like cunning. His gaze quickly swept over her slender jaw and neck.