When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

 

In order to hold it steady, he stitched the fish to a small branch.

 

In the meantime, the bucket was overflowing with water.

 

Laritte caught the bucket before it got drifted away with the current of the lake.

 

“Wait.”

 

“Now I will hold it.”

 

‘That is ridiculous!’

 

Laritte tried to run back the way she came from with the bucket in her hands.

 

So that it would be impossible for him to catch up to her.

 

 

But soon Ian, who was able to catch up to her, grabbed the handle of the bucket.

 

“I already told you before, so it would be fair if you let me.”

 

“You surely have the ability to brazen up nonsense. Can’t you see the bucket is full to its brim?”

 

 

He was holding the bucket’s handle with one of his hands. Laritte shifted her eyes to look at his other hand, noticing that it was wriggling.

 

It held the fish stitched on a branch.

 

‘He is driving me crazy.’

 

Eventually, Laritte bursted into a huge laughter.

 

But this caused her to loosen her grip on the handle.

 

Laritte almost lost her strength, laughing at the sight while the handle broke away from the bucket.

 

And Ian was still holding it……

 

Suddenly, the bucket flew towards him, spatting out all the water on his face.

 

It was the freezing cold water.

 

Water dripped down his cheeks.

 

But it was Laritte’s face that changed its color, turning pale instantly.

 

Shocked, she stopped herself.

 

It was when Ian sneezed that she came to her senses.

 

While Ian was wiping away the water that flowed down to his solid chest, Laritte brought some hot tea.

 

 

His appearance of putting her coat on his shoulder like a blanket seemed pathetic in the light of the fire.

 

Larrite handed him the cup, bending her knee to sit down next to him.

 

“….I really feel very sorry.”

 

“It’s okay……Achoo!”

 

Even Laritte, who had to grow up without expressing her feelings, frowned at her own foolishness.

 

That stammering excuse gave her a frank feeling.

 

“That…..fish was so funny.”

 

The fish was still on his hand, with its eyes opened.

 

Suddenly Ian, who was staring at the fish, started laughing.

 

“Haha!”

 

“Don’t laugh….now….”

 

same after watching him laugh for a

 

shut

 

long. Soon, both of

 

over the branch to Laritte that was holding

 

this

 

have to make

 

“….Achoo!”

 

“Maybe I should have…”

 

Laritte took off her furry coat and

 

tried to open his mouth to make her be at

 

him harder

 

quickly. If you catch a

 

not see her face because of the

 

hand, the one that was holding the bucket before, as she led the way to the

 

“Hey, I’m….I’m all right…..”

 

allowed you to come in the first place.

 

him sit on the chair in front of the

 

up at him, Laritte

 

of food….let’s stick to the current

 

don’t think that’s

 

my first time cooking fish. I don’t know if it will suit your taste,

 

also worried because she only ate

 

he felt a ticklish

 

words. They were still addressing each

 

for her to change

 

“Hey.”

 

Ian called Larrite.

 

her tears that she got from laughing, shook her head

 

“Yes.”

 

we call ourselves by our real names when we are a couple in the first

 

that was

 

Ian from

 

“What was that, Ro…..”

 

Rose.

 

him from trying to spit out the

 

“No.”

 

“….Pardon?”

 

She stumbled backwards.

 

was a natural

 

had been desperately trying to avoid

 

back and stepped on

 

 

time for the

 

tore away, unable to

 

“Ah!”

 

“Are you all right?!”

 

“Don’t come near me!”

 

shrill cry cut

 

Laritte’s hands were trembling.

 

‘Rose, Rose, Rose!’

 

Rose! That’s all you had

 

long are you going to haunt Laritte’s

 

breakfast…..so take

 

stood up but did not make eye contact

 

not understand how the atmosphere changed

 

“I’m cooking this time…..”

 

don’t you do it next

 

‘Please.’

 

‘Don’t come near me.’

 

written on

 

shouted at Laritte, who was now walking towards the

 

there when you calm down. We

 

answer

 

alone, pressed his fingers hard on his

 

was no way to know what

 

familiar

 

Laritte’s expression to make such

 

 

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