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.

Why didn’t you see me in

in need

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

easy for them to stay

couldn’t come to see

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

head, she started

chased after

fault. But one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need to worry about that.” “I

all. She was wondering how

his hat, one of the servants

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 to bring it

The cat!

hardened, lightened up at the news.

“Really…….?”

goodbye to at the villa, had arrived.

warm welcoming voice erupted

see

in different directions, not knowing the exact path to his office.

not

hurried after her.

her, she thought to herself.

a good person as her

had a good family nor a friend.

be fine even if Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since

idea, she thought.

it was unclear whether Ian would agree with

“It’s over here.”

stepped first into the office

too devastated to be the office of the Duke.

documents were scattered here and there, but the bookshelf

would soon be as neat as it used to be.

search for the cat to look

“Butterfly?”

white, furry cat cried meow from inside an iron cage.

impatient touch unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang

“Meow.”

butterflies stay out

was six feet (1.8 meters) away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to touch

looked up at Butterfly, covering her face with her

stood beside her, watching her

she was when she

how to feel ashamed at her own strange

eyebrows frowned in worry.

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

rich fur and plumpness seemed to be visible only to his eyes.

touched the

seemed to have left it behind while Ian

sender had a servant’s name on it, but it was from Oscar, the crown prince

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

carefully removed

dearest friend, 》

written, but he knew it came to the

greeting was a number of stories related to the Duke.

powerless prince could do for his friend.