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 of

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

easy for them to stay separate for a while.

the reason I couldn’t come to see

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

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

head, she started

after

thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess.

to believe it at all. She was wondering

one of the servants ran up to

found me. What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office,

The cat!

had hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

had said goodbye to at the villa, had

welcoming voice erupted from

see

walking, but in different directions, not knowing the exact

not

after her.

his footsteps behind her, she thought to

to be a good person as

good family

mistress for an heir since there would be no one to oppose their friendship.

idea, she thought.

would agree

“It’s over here.”

office

too devastated to be the office of the Duke.

and there,

it would soon be as neat as it used to be.

to search for

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow

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

“Meow.”

stay out of

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

face with her

her, watching her with interest.

was when

didn’t even know how to feel ashamed at her own

eyebrows frowned in worry.

think Butter has gotten a little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having

plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

touched the desk.

seemed to have left it behind

a servant’s name on it, but it

Oscar used to send letters to avoid the Queen’s eyes.

removed

my dearest friend,

not written, but he

greeting was a number of stories

was all the powerless prince could do for his