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.

see me

need of

and there was

to stay separate for

reason I couldn’t

face was tainted with dirt.

Opps!

of work. Day and night, he wrestled with papers in his hands. He

she started

after

you. It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to

believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian could

the servants ran

the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put

The cat!

hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

she had said goodbye to at the villa,

welcoming voice erupted from her.

see

in different directions, not knowing the exact

not the way.”

hurried after her.

his footsteps behind her, she thought to herself.

person as her

never had a good family

a mistress for an heir since there would be

peaceful idea, she

would agree

“It’s over here.”

office as the large

to be the office of the Duke.

documents were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was empty.

regain its past glory, it would soon

was too busy to search for the cat to

“Butterfly?”

furry cat cried meow from inside

Laritte’s impatient touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up the

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of

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

up at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying it

her, watching her

how cute she was when she did things

know how to feel ashamed at her

eyebrows frowned in worry.

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

plumpness seemed to be visible only to

touched the desk.

bound in gold. The servant seemed to have left it behind while Ian

sender had a servant’s name on it, but it was from Oscar, the crown prince

used to send letters to avoid the Queen’s

removed the seal.

dearest

he knew it came to the right place.

was a number of

all the powerless prince could do for his