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.

me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was the

was in need

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

to stay separate

couldn’t come to see you……..”

tainted

Opps!

and night, he wrestled with papers in his hands.

she started walking towards the mansion.

chased after her.

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

it at all. She was wondering how

his hat, one of the servants

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 bring it

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

had said goodbye to at the villa, had arrived.

warm welcoming voice erupted from

see her now?”

walking, but in different directions, not

that’s not the way.”

hurried after

to his footsteps behind her, she

good person as her first ever friend.

had a good family nor a friend.

for an heir since there would be no one to oppose their

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

of documents were scattered here and there, but the

to regain its past glory, it would soon be as neat as

search for the cat

“Butterfly?”

meow from inside an

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

“Meow.”

stay out of human

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

Butterfly, covering her face with her

beside her, watching

how cute she was when she did things like those.

how to feel ashamed at her

frowned in worry.

She was having her

rich fur and plumpness seemed to be visible

Ian’s eyes touched

bound in gold. The servant seemed to have left it behind

it, but it

to send letters to avoid the

carefully removed the

my dearest

not written, but he

this brief greeting was a number of stories

powerless prince