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.

you see me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms

need of treatment.

scars all over her body, and there was a body therapy

easy for them to

the reason I couldn’t come to

face was tainted with

Opps!

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

started walking towards

chased after her.

couldn’t meet you. It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to worry about that.” “I

at all. She

hat, one of the servants

weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you want me to bring

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

to

welcoming voice

we go see her

not knowing the exact

that’s not the way.”

after

to his footsteps behind her, she thought to herself.

good person

never had a good

Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there would be no one to oppose their

idea, she

was unclear whether Ian would agree with such

“It’s over here.”

the office as the

be the

scattered here and there, but the bookshelf

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

search for the

“Butterfly?”

meow from inside an iron

touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of human reach.

away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to touch her.

her face with her hand, saying it was safe.

her, watching her with interest.

was when she

even know how to feel ashamed at her

frowned

a little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill

to be visible only

eyes touched the desk.

servant seemed to have left it behind while Ian

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

was how Oscar used to send letters to

removed

my dearest friend, 》

receiver’s name was not written, but he knew it came to the right

brief greeting was a number of stories

was all the powerless prince could do for his