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

was in need of

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

was easy for them to stay separate for a while.

the reason I couldn’t come

tainted with dirt.

Opps!

and night, he wrestled with papers in his hands. He even ate and slept in front of his desk. All he did to get

her head, she started walking

after her.

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

it at all. She was wondering how Ian could trust

hat, one of the servants ran

the cat. You weren’t in your office, Master, so I put the cage there. Do you want

The cat!

hardened, lightened

“Really…….?”

to at the

warm welcoming voice erupted from

we go see her

walking, but in different directions, not

not

after

behind her, she thought to

a good person as her first ever friend.

a good

Ian didn’t contact a mistress for an heir since there would be no

peaceful idea, she thought.

would agree with such

“It’s over here.”

into the office

devastated to be the

were scattered here and

to regain its past glory, it would soon

was too busy to search for the cat to look around the office.

“Butterfly?”

cried meow from inside

sprang out

“Meow.”

how butterflies stay out

(1.8 meters) away, she slipped like a ghost when Laritte tried to

her face

her, watching her

when she did things like

even know how to feel ashamed at her

eyebrows frowned

She was having her fill

and plumpness seemed to be visible

Ian’s eyes touched the

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

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

Oscar used to send letters to

carefully removed the seal.

dearest

name was not written, but he

brief greeting was a number

was all the powerless prince could