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.

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 conducted

them to stay separate for a

reason I couldn’t come

was tainted with dirt.

Opps!

in his office, 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.

she started walking towards the mansion.

after

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

seem to believe it at all. She was wondering how

of the servants ran up

You weren’t in your

The cat!

had hardened, lightened up at

“Really…….?”

whom she had said goodbye to at

A warm welcoming voice erupted

we go see

directions, not knowing the exact

not

hurried after

her, she thought

be a good person as

never had a good family

an heir since there would

peaceful idea, she thought.

Ian would agree

“It’s over here.”

first into the office

to be the office

were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf was

its past glory, it would soon be as neat

for the cat

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside an iron cage.

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

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of

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

at Butterfly, covering her face with her

her, watching her with interest.

she was when she did things like

how to feel

frowned in worry.

has gotten a little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having

fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only to

eyes touched the

seemed to have left it behind

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

to send letters to avoid the Queen’s

removed

To my dearest friend,

written, but he knew it came to the right place.

brief greeting was a number of stories related to the Duke.

the powerless prince could do for