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.

didn’t you see me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was the physician’s suggestion!”

need of treatment.

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

to stay separate for

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

was tainted with

Opps!

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 to stretch for

her head, she started walking

chased after

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

it at all. She

of the servants ran up

matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you

The cat!

had hardened, lightened up at the news.

“Really…….?”

had said goodbye to at

nodded. A warm welcoming voice erupted from

see her now?”

began walking, but in different directions, not knowing the exact path to his

not the

hurried after her.

his footsteps behind her,

seemed to be a good person as her

a good family nor a

Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there would be no one to oppose their friendship.

idea, she

would agree with such

“It’s over here.”

first into the office as the large door opened.

too devastated to be the

here and there,

it would soon be as neat as

was too busy to search for the cat to look

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from inside an

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

“Meow.”

stay out of human

feet (1.8 meters) away, she slipped like

looked up at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand,

beside her, watching her

cute she was when

to feel ashamed

eyebrows frowned in worry.

She was having her fill by tearing up our food

plumpness seemed to be visible only

eyes touched

servant seemed to have left it behind while

it was from Oscar, the crown prince of the

how Oscar used to send letters to avoid

carefully removed the

my dearest friend, 》

he knew it came to the right

brief greeting was a number of

all the powerless prince