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.”

question clearly because it seemed like he

Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am

to others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa,

had worked together to pester Ian about his

get married because ladies were scared

her name Rose

but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never

 What the hell was her

enemies. He was

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

moment. That

all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and

Tch!

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

know who I am.”

was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick

she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he

mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she eaten

noticed that the subject of the conversation was

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

that’s true. Would you like

asking

 Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his

opened his mouth but he was tired of asking

you going to do

pretty sure you have quite

shirt from the cut. Laritte wished

and her

just thought it’d be better to heal him since he was already in this condition.

knelt down by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from rolling up his shirt.

“……!”

screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his

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