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

was in need of

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

to stay separate

reason I couldn’t

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

getting suffocated by the storm of work. Day and night, he wrestled with papers in

head, she started

chased after

It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t

believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian

one of the

me. What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office,

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to at

A warm welcoming

we go see her

walking, but in different directions, not knowing

that’s not the

hurried after her.

footsteps behind her, she

be a good person

had a good family nor a friend.

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

idea, she

unclear whether Ian would agree with such

“It’s over here.”

into the office as the large door

too devastated to be the office

and there, but the bookshelf

past glory, it would soon be as neat as it used to

to search for the cat to look around

“Butterfly?”

meow from inside an iron cage.

sprang out

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of

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

face with her hand, saying it was safe.

beside her, watching

when she did things like those.

didn’t even know how to feel ashamed at her

eyebrows frowned

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

and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

touched

seemed to have left it behind while

it was from Oscar, the

Oscar used to send

carefully removed

dearest friend, 》

but he knew it came to the right

brief greeting was a number of

was all the powerless prince could