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.

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

need

scars all over her body, and there was a body therapy that had

it was easy for them to stay

the reason I couldn’t come to see you……..”

face was tainted

Opps!

with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of his desk. All he did to get up from his seat

started walking towards the mansion.

after her.

But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess.

all. She

the servants

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

The cat!

lightened up

“Really…….?”

goodbye to at the

nodded. A warm welcoming voice erupted

go see her now?”

but in different directions, not knowing the exact path to

that’s not the

after

his footsteps behind her, she thought

to be a good person

never had a good

fine even if Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there would be no one to oppose their

peaceful idea, she thought.

whether Ian would agree with such a

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office as the

to be the office of

of documents were scattered here and there, but

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

for the

“Butterfly?”

cried meow from inside an iron cage.

touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing

“Meow.”

like how butterflies stay

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

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

beside her, watching

she was when she did things like

how to feel

eyebrows frowned in worry.

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

and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his

touched the

in gold. The servant seemed to have left

had a servant’s name on it, but it was from Oscar,

was how Oscar used to send letters to

removed the

dearest friend,

was not written, but he knew it

greeting was a number of stories related to

prince