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.

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

in need of

all over her body, and there was a body

was easy for them to

the reason I couldn’t come

tainted

Opps!

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 to stretch for once or

head, she started walking towards the mansion.

chased after

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

didn’t seem to believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian

of the servants ran up to them.

me. 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 here?”

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened up at the

“Really…….?”

whom she had said goodbye to at the villa, had

welcoming voice

see

but in different directions, not knowing the

that’s not the way.”

after her.

his footsteps behind her, she

be a good person as

a good family

contact a mistress for an heir since there would be no one to

idea, she

whether Ian would agree with such a relationship or not.

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office as the large

be the office

scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was

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

too busy to search for the cat

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside an iron cage.

sprang out free before

“Meow.”

butterflies stay

Laritte was six feet (1.8 meters) away, she slipped

face with her hand, saying it

beside her, watching her with interest.

cute she was when she did things like

know how to feel ashamed at her

frowned in

think Butter has gotten a little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food bags.”

rich fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only

Ian’s eyes touched

The servant seemed to

it was from Oscar, the

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

carefully removed the

dearest friend,

he

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