The house was dark and dawn seemed to be far off. Having skipped dinner to take care of her unexpected guest, Laritte was quite hungry.

Ian panicked as he watched Laritte march to the kitchen to have her late night dinner. This lady had slept on the knee of a man she didn’t even know, asked him if he liked stew, and was now walking away.

You would even treat a stranger so well? The sound of chopping vegetables and boiling water told him that she really was making stew. Ian could do nothing more than stay seated by the warm fireplace. Not long after, she came back with…

“It really is stew,” Ian mumbled under his breath

The freshly-made and steaming stew looked so appetising that it nearly made him drool. She made it herself, and although it didn’t look like something fit for a noble, it was still good enough. Laritte tilted her head, not understanding his words.

“So that means there’s such a thing as ‘fake stew?’”

“That’s not….”

He wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut. Somehow, though, he felt like he couldn’t continue speaking with her attitude.

“Excuse me, miss.”

“I’m not a ‘miss’. I got married not too long ago.” Laritte answered neatly.

Ian looked at the inside of the house. Thinking about it, she definitely lived alone. But she says she’s married? What the hell was her husband doing then?

Since he showed no sign of taking the stew, Laritte placed his portion by the fireplace. Then, she stood back up and began eating her portion with a carefree attitude.

The meat and vegetables disappeared one by one into her small mouth.

“What are you doing…?”

“The only chair here was taken by my guest.”

“That’s not what I… Huu, do you know where we are?”

This was Duke Reinhardt’s last remaining property. That’s what he heard the sleazeballs in the back-alley say. So, in his opinion, the uninvited guest here was Laritte and not him.

“Of course. Is this not the Duke’s villa?”

“So you know this is a house without an owner…”

“Sorry, but I’m now the owner of this place.”

raised. Laritte answered his question clearly because it seemed

wife. Therefore, I am now the lady of the

her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte could finally

had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially

of them all, nagging him about things like how he couldn’t get married because

name Rose Brumayer?

or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect her

earlier. What the hell was her husband doing

but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the battlefield and in academics, and was beautiful. It seemed

these reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this woman’s identity so late.

That means you…!”

head, pain erupted all

Tch!

severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for

him in an obvious manner.

strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and didn’t miss the expression on

who I am.”

thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He

know he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized his golden eyes, proof

spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was

He noticed that the subject of the conversation

going to

Would you like some stew?”

are you asking me

her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with a bucket and

his mouth but he was tired

to do with that…”

have quite the cut on your stomach.”

shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for

be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She

heal him

by the chair. Ian didn’t stop

“……!”

from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that,

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