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.

rooms? Why didn’t you see me

in need of treatment.

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

for them to stay separate for a while.

I couldn’t

face was tainted with

Opps!

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 seat was to stretch for once

head, she started

after

I couldn’t meet you. It’s my fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to worry

She was wondering how

one of the servants ran up

“I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master,

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened up

“Really…….?”

said goodbye to at the villa, had

A warm welcoming voice erupted from her.

go see her now?”

walking, but in different directions, not knowing the exact path to his

not

after her.

behind her,

person as her first ever

a good

mistress for an heir since

idea,

unclear whether Ian would agree with such a relationship or

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office as the large door

felt too devastated to be the office of the

and there, but the bookshelf was empty.

it had yet to regain its past glory, it would

busy to search for the cat to look around

“Butterfly?”

furry cat cried meow from

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

“Meow.”

like how butterflies stay

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

her face with her hand, saying it was safe.

her, watching her with interest.

she was when she did things like

didn’t even know how to feel ashamed at

frowned in worry.

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

and plumpness seemed to be visible

touched

gold. The servant seemed to

a servant’s name on it, but it was from Oscar, the crown prince of the Empire.

send letters to avoid

removed

To my dearest

receiver’s name was not written, but he knew it came to the right place.

greeting was a number of

the powerless prince