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

in need

and scars all over her body, and there was a

was easy for them to stay separate for

reason I couldn’t come to

face was tainted with dirt.

Opps!

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

her head, 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

to believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian

the servants ran up to them.

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

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened up at

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to at the villa, had arrived.

warm welcoming voice erupted from

we go see

but in different directions, not knowing

that’s not the

after

behind her,

to be a good person

good family nor a

for an heir since there would be no

peaceful idea, she

would agree with

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office as the large

too devastated to be the office of

were scattered here and there,

glory, it would soon be as neat as it used to

she was too busy to search for the cat to look around the

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside an

impatient touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay

(1.8 meters) away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to touch her.

Butterfly, covering her face with her hand,

watching her

she was when she did things

feel ashamed

frowned in

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

and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

Ian’s eyes touched the

in gold. The servant seemed to have left

but it was from

to send letters to avoid the Queen’s eyes.

removed the

my dearest friend,

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

greeting was a number of stories related to the

all the powerless prince