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 separate rooms was the physician’s

need of treatment.

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

easy for them to stay

the reason I couldn’t

was tainted with

Opps!

with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of his desk. All he did

she started walking

chased after

is for sure….. you are the

at all. She was wondering how Ian

hat, one of the servants ran up to

with the cat. You weren’t in your office,

The cat!

had hardened, lightened up at

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to

welcoming

go see her

but in different directions, not knowing the

that’s not the way.”

hurried after her.

footsteps behind her, she thought to herself.

to be a good person as

a good

even if Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there would be

peaceful idea, she

was unclear whether Ian would agree with such a

“It’s over here.”

office as the large door opened.

felt too devastated to be the

scattered here and there, but the

had yet to regain its past glory, it would

busy to search for the cat to

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside

sprang out free before

“Meow.”

stay out of human reach.

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

Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying

her, watching her with

she was when she did things like those.

how to feel ashamed at her own strange words.

frowned in

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

rich fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his

touched the

to have left it behind while

name on it, but it was from Oscar, the

Oscar used to send letters to

removed the

my dearest friend,

name was not written, but he knew it

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

all the powerless prince could do for his