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

in need

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

easy for them to stay

couldn’t come to see

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. All he did to get up from his

she started walking towards the mansion.

chased after her.

you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to

She was wondering how Ian could

the servants ran

you have found me. What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the

The cat!

hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to at

welcoming voice erupted

we go see her

directions, not knowing

that’s not the way.”

hurried after her.

behind her, she thought to

to be a good person as her first

had a good family nor a friend.

for an heir since there would be no one

peaceful idea,

unclear whether Ian would agree with such a relationship or not.

“It’s over here.”

first into the office as the large door opened.

felt too devastated to be

and there, but the bookshelf was

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

to search for the cat to look around

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow from inside an iron

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

“Meow.”

like how butterflies stay out

meters) away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to

her face with her

watching her with

was when she did things

know how to feel ashamed at

frowned in

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

plumpness seemed to be visible

Ian’s eyes touched

to have left it behind while

it, but it was from Oscar, the

to send letters to avoid the Queen’s eyes.

removed the seal.

my dearest friend, 》

name was not written, but he knew

greeting was a number of stories related to the

all the powerless prince could do for his