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

in need of

all over her body, and there was a body therapy that had to

easy for them to stay separate for a while.

I couldn’t come

face was tainted with dirt.

Opps!

his office, he completely forgot because he was busy getting suffocated by the storm of work. Day and night, he wrestled with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of his desk. All he did to get

her head, she started walking towards the mansion.

after her.

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

seem to believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian could trust her.

his hat, one of the servants ran up

returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you want me

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened up at

“Really…….?”

whom she had said goodbye to

A warm welcoming

see her

not knowing the exact path

not the

hurried after

his footsteps behind her,

to be a good person as her first ever

had a good family nor a friend.

contact a mistress for an heir since

peaceful idea,

it was unclear whether Ian would agree

“It’s over here.”

into the office as the

devastated to be the

were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was

it would soon be as neat as it used

was too busy to search for the

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from inside

Laritte’s impatient touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out

“Meow.”

stay out

she slipped

up at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand,

stood beside her, watching her with interest.

she was when she did

to feel ashamed at her

frowned in worry.

ridiculous. She

fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only to

Ian’s eyes touched

The servant seemed to

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

how Oscar used to send letters

removed the

my dearest

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

greeting was a number of stories related to the

was all the powerless prince could do for his