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 like he

wife. Therefore, I am now the

a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte could

Ian realized who this woman was. The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d

he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a

her name Rose Brumayer?

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

earlier. What the hell was her husband doing

an iron fist, 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 like the world

of these reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to

a moment. That

his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself

Tch!

man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to

at him in an obvious

strange. Ian covered the site of his

must know who I

alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary

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

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

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

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

that’s true. Would you

are you asking me

brought you? Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen.

opened his mouth but he was

you going to

quite the cut on

his shirt from the

traitor were true, it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and her

better to heal him since he was already in this

down by the chair. Ian didn’t

“……!”

touches from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently

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