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.

see me in the morning?” “Having separate rooms was the

was in need of treatment.

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

was easy for them to stay separate

couldn’t come to

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

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

she started walking towards the mansion.

chased after her.

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

She

hat, one of the servants ran up to

matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there.

The cat!

hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

she had said goodbye to

warm welcoming voice erupted from

go see her

not knowing the exact path to his office.

that’s not

hurried after her.

behind her, she

to be a good person as her

good

for an heir

peaceful idea, she

agree

“It’s over here.”

the office as the large

felt too devastated to be the

and there, but the

it had yet to regain its past glory, it would soon be as neat as it

busy to search for the cat to look around the

“Butterfly?”

cat cried meow

sprang out free

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out of human reach.

she slipped like a ghost when

looked up at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying it was safe.

stood beside her, watching her

how cute she was when she did

even know how to feel ashamed at her

eyebrows frowned

She was having her

seemed to be visible only to

eyes touched the desk.

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

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

how Oscar used to send letters to avoid the Queen’s eyes.

carefully removed the

my dearest friend, 》

receiver’s name was not written, but he knew

greeting was a number of stories related to the

prince could do for his friend.