Chapter 67: Wanting to Save My Husband

When she thought about her charming husband, who might be forced by Alechino as a housekeeper to do all kinds of things beyond the limit, and might even be asked to "warm the bed," Funina couldn't help but tremble all over, and even her face was stained with a blush.

In the next moment, Funina suddenly realized that her thoughts had deviated from the right track. She hurriedly shook her head and tore her hair, her voice full of self-blame and fear:

"How could this happen? What's wrong with me now!"

It was hard to imagine that she would feel an indescribable excitement because of imagining her husband being humiliated by other women. This made her feel extremely ashamed and uneasy. Funina covered her face in pain, feeling as if she had fallen into an abyss from which she could not extricate herself.

"This is too shameful!" she shouted in her heart, deeply feeling how perverted and inappropriate her thoughts were. She was afraid that if Lin Anyi knew about her thoughts, how would he view her? Would he think that she was no longer the pure Funina, and would he hate her for it?

What's worse is that if Lin Anyi knew about this idea, he might be so disappointed that he might even file for divorce. This thought made her extremely panicked, and a deep sense of despair enveloped her. In this mood of self-loathing and panic, Funina tried to suppress the strange throbbing in her heart and tried her best to calm herself down.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down the fluctuations caused by her deep psychology. Funina slowly let go of the hand that was grabbing her hair, forced herself to sit up straight, and tried to stay calm. She had to control her emotions and not let this absurd idea affect her relationship with Lin Anyi.

While Funina forced herself to calm down, Alechino finally walked slowly into the hall. In fact, after the battle with Lin Anyi just now, Alechino did not feel too weak. However, when she walked in front of Funina, she still deliberately pretended to be weak, and even deliberately seemed a little unsteady when walking, as if she wanted Funina to notice something.

As expected, when Funina saw that Alechino was staggering and even needed to hold on to the wall to move forward, she immediately frowned and couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Alechino, what's wrong with you?"

Alechino sat down gently opposite Funina. Her eyes deliberately skipped the direction of the bedroom, and she answered slowly with a hint of secrecy:

"Nothing serious." She paused and continued, "I just did some exercises with the housekeeper in the room, and I didn't expect to get a minor injury."

There was an obvious pun in these words. Alechino's voice was low and implicit. The seemingly casual glance and understated explanation all revealed a deliberate hint.

Her expression was a little tired, but her eyes could not hide a hint of provocation and interest in playing with people's hearts. Obviously, Alechino's words were deliberately provocative, hoping that Funina would show a desperate expression when she guessed the truth.

However, Funina, a naive girl, could not hear the metaphor in her words at all, and did not fall into the psychological trap set by Alechino.

"Huh, so it's just exercise? I was so scared, I thought she would force my husband to do that kind of thing..."

Funina breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I never thought that a strong woman like you would get hurt, but you should be more careful next time."

Because Finina's purpose this time was to ask Alechino to return her husband, her tone was naturally softer.

After hearing this, Alechino's face flashed a trace of surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. She smiled and replied:

"Finina, don't worry, I will be extra careful when An Yi and I exercise together in the future."

"Well, that's good," Finina nodded slightly, and her worries were temporarily relieved.

Alechino: "..."

Observing Finina's innocent reaction, Alechino raised her eyebrows slightly. She knew that there was a hint hidden in her words, but she didn't expect Finina to let go of her doubts so easily. For a moment, she felt both amused and a little frustrated, as if she was punching cotton.

She sighed softly and couldn't help feeling that sometimes people who are too naive can live more carefree in this complicated world.

"But..." Alechino gently fiddled with her fingers, smiling, but thought with irony:

"It's better for her to be so innocent forever!"

Then she pretended to be ignorant and brought up the topic with a hint of inquiry in her voice:

"By the way, Miss Finina, your visit—what do you want to do?"

Facing Alechino's inquiry, Finina's expression became serious. She took a deep breath and seemed a little hesitant. She realized that the request she was about to make might be a little out of line, which made her feel uneasy:

"Ah, that..."

She hesitated for a moment, but thinking of the possible situation of her beloved husband, she mustered up the courage and said firmly:

"Actually, I came here to take my husband back."

"Oh?"

Alechino's eyes suddenly became sharp, the smile on the corner of her mouth tightening. She felt secretly proud:

"As expected."

From the moment she learned of Finina's arrival, Alechino had guessed this would be her purpose.

She retorted with displeasure:

"Our original agreement was for a month, and now it's only been a week and a day. Ms. Finina, are you too anxious? Are you going to go back on your word?"

Her tone was slightly reproachful and dissatisfied, but also carried an unquestionable authority.

Finina was slightly shocked by Alechino's attitude, feeling anxious and powerless. She hurriedly explained:

"No, I'm just worried about him being here..."

Her voice gradually lowered, her worries making it difficult for her to continue to convince the other party.

Alechino remained calm. She interrupted Finina, saying coldly:

"Ms. Finina, I understand your worries, but an agreement is an agreement. Since your husband has agreed, I hope you can also respect this promise."

Her voice was firm and powerful, making the entire conversation more tense.

Finina felt a sense of oppression. She knew that her request might not be so easily granted and couldn't help feeling more anxious.

Seeing Finina's worried look, Alechino seemed to think of something, and a smile of anticipation appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"But, if Finina, you really want to be reunited with your husband, it's not impossible—you could just stay at the Hearth House~"