When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 5

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.”

dark eyebrows raised. Laritte answered his question clearly because it seemed

Therefore, I am now

to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa,

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

get married because ladies were scared of him. So,

name

her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he

earlier. What

iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the

never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him

a moment. That

erupted all over his body. Ian

Tch!

tongue. This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in a rocking chair!

in an

the blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and

who I am.”

thought she was an ordinary miss or lady. 

the case,

wooden spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop

his eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in another direction. But

you admitting that too easily? You’re going to end up

Would you

you asking

returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with

but he was tired of

you going to do

pretty sure you have quite the cut on

his shirt from the cut.

true, it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he

better to heal him since

by the chair. Ian didn’t

“……!”

Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of

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