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.

do we use separate rooms? Why didn’t you see me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was the

was in need of treatment.

and there was a body therapy that had to be conducted during her sleep.

easy for them to stay

I couldn’t

tainted with

Opps!

he sat in 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 up from his seat was

her head, she started walking towards

after her.

is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you

believe it at all. She was wondering how

hat, one of the servants ran up to them.

What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you want me to bring it

The cat!

had hardened, lightened up at the news.

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to

welcoming

go see her now?”

directions, not knowing the exact path to

that’s not the

hurried after

behind her,

person as her first ever

had a good

be fine even if Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there

peaceful idea, she thought.

it was unclear whether Ian would agree with such a

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office as the large door opened.

to be the

of documents were scattered here and there, but

to regain its past glory, it would soon be

too busy to search for the cat to look around the office.

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from

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

“Meow.”

butterflies stay

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

her face

her, watching her with interest.

she was when she did things

how to feel ashamed at her own strange

eyebrows frowned

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

to be visible only

touched the

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

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

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

carefully removed the seal.

my dearest friend,

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

brief greeting was a number of stories related

was all the powerless prince could do