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 the morning?” “Having separate

was in need of

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

it was easy for them to

I couldn’t come to

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of

head, she started walking towards the mansion.

after

one thing is for sure….. you are the Duchess. That means you don’t need

believe it at all. She was wondering how Ian could trust her.

his hat, one of the

me. What’s the matter?” “I returned with the cat. You weren’t in your

The cat!

which had hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

to at the villa,

warm welcoming voice

go see

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

that’s not

after

to his footsteps behind her, she thought to herself.

be a good person as her first

never had a good family nor a

a mistress for an heir since there would be

idea, she thought.

whether Ian would agree with such a relationship or

“It’s over here.”

first into the office

devastated to be the office of

documents were scattered here and there, but the

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

for

“Butterfly?”

meow from

unlocked the cage, Butterfly sprang out free before climbing up

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out

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

at Butterfly, covering her face with her hand, saying it

watching her with

was when she

know how to feel ashamed at her own

eyebrows frowned in

little thin?” “That’s ridiculous. She was having her fill by tearing up our food bags.”

plumpness seemed to be visible

Ian’s eyes touched the desk.

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

it, but it was from Oscar,

used to send letters to avoid

removed the

my dearest friend,

but he knew it

was a number of stories

prince could