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.

see me in the

in need of treatment.

to the wounds and scars all over her body, and there was a body therapy that had to be conducted

to

couldn’t come to see

face was tainted

Opps!

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

chased after her.

It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the

at all. She was wondering how Ian could trust her.

his hat, one of the servants ran

“Yes, you have found 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

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened up at the news.

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to at the

warm welcoming voice

we go see

directions, not knowing the exact path

not the way.”

after

her, she

to be a good person as her first ever

good

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

peaceful idea,

agree with such a relationship or

“It’s over here.”

first into the office

too devastated to be the

documents were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was empty.

yet to regain its past glory, it would

too busy to search for

“Butterfly?”

meow from inside

unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up the bookshelf.

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out

she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to touch

up at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying it was safe.

her, watching her with interest.

how cute she was when she

know how to feel ashamed at her own strange

eyebrows frowned

ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food

and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

Ian’s eyes touched

to have

name on it, but it was from Oscar, the crown

to send letters to avoid

carefully removed

my dearest friend,

not written, but he knew

number of stories related to the Duke.

the powerless prince