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.

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

in need of treatment.

and there was a body therapy that had to be

it was easy for them to stay separate for a

I couldn’t come to see

face was tainted with dirt.

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

started

after

But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you

She was wondering how Ian could trust

the servants ran up to

in your office, Master, so

The cat!

face, which had hardened, lightened up at the

“Really…….?”

to

nodded. A warm welcoming voice erupted from her.

see

different directions, not knowing

not the

after her.

footsteps behind her, she thought

a good person

had a good family nor

an heir since there would be no

idea,

whether Ian would agree with such a

“It’s over here.”

office as the large

devastated to be the office of the Duke.

of documents were scattered here and there, but the

yet to regain its past glory, it would

busy to search for the cat to look around

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from inside

sprang out

“Meow.”

like how butterflies stay out of human reach.

away, she slipped like a

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

watching her

was when

how to feel ashamed at

eyebrows frowned

“That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food bags.”

fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his

eyes touched the

in gold. The servant seemed to have left it behind while Ian was

a servant’s name on it, but it was from Oscar,

was how Oscar used to send letters

removed the seal.

dearest

was not written, but he knew it came

number of stories related to the

was all the powerless prince could do for his