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.

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

in need

had to apply medicine to the wounds and scars all over her body, and there was a body therapy that had to be conducted during her sleep.

was easy for them to

the reason I couldn’t

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

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

she started

chased after

couldn’t meet you. It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to worry about that.” “I

it at all. She was wondering how Ian could

one of the servants ran up

weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened up at the

“Really…….?”

to at the

nodded. A warm welcoming voice

see her

different directions, not knowing

that’s not the

hurried after

his footsteps behind her, she

to be a good person as her first ever friend.

had a good family nor a friend.

contact a mistress for an

peaceful idea, she

unclear whether Ian would agree with

“It’s over here.”

into the office as the large door opened.

felt too devastated to be the office

scattered here and there, but the bookshelf

glory, it would soon be as neat as it used

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

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside an iron cage.

cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up

“Meow.”

stay out of

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

covering her face with her hand,

stood beside her, watching

cute she was when she did things like those.

even know how to feel ashamed at her own strange words.

frowned in

ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up

and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

Ian’s eyes touched the

bound in gold. The servant seemed to

servant’s name on it, but it was

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

removed the

dearest friend,

was not written, but he knew it came

was a number of stories related to

all the powerless prince could do for his