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.

me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was

need

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

easy for them to

I couldn’t come to see you……..”

tainted with

Opps!

with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of his desk. All he

her head, she started walking

after

But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to worry about

all. She was wondering how Ian could

the servants ran up to

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

The cat!

hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

whom she had said goodbye to at

A warm welcoming voice erupted from

we go see her now?”

directions, not knowing the exact path to

not the

after

footsteps behind her, she thought to

good person as her first ever

a good

a mistress for an heir since there would be

peaceful idea,

unclear whether Ian would agree with such a relationship or

“It’s over here.”

office as the large door opened.

too devastated to be

of documents were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf

regain its past glory, it would soon

to search for the cat to look

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from inside an iron cage.

cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up

“Meow.”

like how butterflies stay out

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

face with her hand, saying it was safe.

her, watching her with interest.

she was when

to feel

eyebrows frowned in worry.

“That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food

seemed to be visible only to

Ian’s eyes touched

The servant seemed to have left

but it was from Oscar, the crown prince of the Empire.

used to send letters to avoid the

removed the seal.

dearest friend,

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

this brief greeting was a number

all the powerless prince could do for