When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 37

The aristocratic couples who married politically did not often have proper relationships.

So, Laritte thought it’d be a better outcome if she and Ian were friends.

Ian could understand why she chose the word ‘friend’, but it somehow stung him in the chest and made him emotional. Why? He didn’t know.

Unable to read the sudden change in Ian’s features, Laritte continued.

“I thought we could still talk to each other sometimes even after you have a mistress.”

His ears perked up in disbelief.

A mistress?

He had never thought about that matter, let alone imagine it. And he would never do it in this lifetime.

With one corner of his mouth twisted up, he frowned.

“Who dared to let that thing slip out of their tongue? Tell me, and I’ll slice off their tongue.”

Laritte stopped digging the soil with her fingers.

“Aren’t you going to leave me…..for it?”
“It’s not even worth considering. What on earth! Why would you think that?”

He was furious.

“Is that why you distanced yourself from me?”

Ian couldn’t finish when she grabbed him by both shoulders. The dust on her fingers spattered on the hem of his clothes.

But the two of them paid no attention to it.

The stream and the houses in the distance disappeared, leaving only Laritte and Ian. It felt like only the two of them were sitting in a white blank space with no single breeze.

“Then, are you going to have a baby with me?”

Her calm gaze bored into Ian’s.

Immediately, a rush of embarrassment fell over him.

“A-A baby?”

He covered his face with his large hand, hiding his flushed image.

She stared at him, casually withdrawing her hand.

For her, having a baby meant the same thing as connecting two generations. She couldn’t afford to think of anything else. Thus, she wasn’t ashamed of what she said.

“Yes, a baby.”
“Maybe….. later….. if you….. wish to. Anyway…… y-yes.”
“Really? With me? You shouldn’t do that.”

She tilted her head.

Ian’s head snapped at her, the redness draining instantly from his face in shock.

“There’s nothing you can’t do. Rather, it’d be too close.”

The misunderstanding disappeared.

Laritte stood up, watching Ian stupefied.

She grumbled.

do we use separate rooms? Why didn’t you see me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was

in need of

the wounds and scars all over her body, and there was a body therapy that

it was easy for them to stay separate for a while.

the reason I couldn’t come to

face was tainted with

Opps!

storm of work. Day and night, he wrestled with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept

head, she started walking towards the

chased after her.

for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to

She was wondering how Ian could trust her.

one of the

have found me. What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you want

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened up at the news.

“Really…….?”

she had said goodbye to at

warm welcoming voice erupted from

we go see her now?”

not

not

hurried after her.

footsteps behind her, she

be a good person as her first

good family nor a friend.

contact a mistress for an

idea, she

it was unclear whether Ian would agree

“It’s over here.”

office as the

to be the office of

were scattered here and

it had yet to regain its past glory, it would soon be as neat as

she was too busy to search for the cat to look around the

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from

sprang out free

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of human

feet (1.8 meters) away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte

at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying

stood beside her, watching her with

cute she was when

didn’t even know how to feel

eyebrows frowned in worry.

gotten a little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food

plumpness seemed to

touched

servant seemed to have left

a servant’s name on it, but it was from

Oscar used to send letters to avoid the Queen’s

carefully removed the seal.

To my dearest friend, 》

name was not written, but he knew it came

greeting was a number of

was all the powerless prince could do for his