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

in need

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

was easy for them to stay separate for a

reason I couldn’t come to see you……..”

was tainted with dirt.

Opps!

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

started walking

chased after her.

sorry I couldn’t meet you. It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess.

She was wondering how Ian could trust

of the servants ran

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

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

to at

warm welcoming voice erupted from

we go see

directions, not

not the way.”

after her.

footsteps behind her, she thought

good person as her

had a good family nor

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

peaceful idea, she

was unclear whether Ian would agree with such

“It’s over here.”

into the office as the large

felt too devastated to be

scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was empty.

glory, it would soon be

was too busy to search for the cat to look around

“Butterfly?”

cried meow from inside

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

“Meow.”

stay out of human reach.

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

at Butterfly, covering her face

her, watching

when

didn’t even know how to feel ashamed at

eyebrows frowned

ridiculous. She was

plumpness seemed to be visible only

eyes touched the desk.

letter bound in gold. The servant seemed to have left

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

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

removed the

To my dearest friend,

he

was a number of stories

all the powerless prince could do for his friend.