When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Oscar hugged him before Ian could understand what he said and entered his carriage.

“You may proceed!” He pleasantly spoke to the coachman and his escort.

Laritte waved her hand at the leaving carriage as it disappeared beyond the path between the fields.

She stared blankly at the field where she could see butterflies fluttering their wings before she turned to Ian.

He was standing so still, she wondered what the Crown Prince told him before he left.

Laritte was so quiet that he couldn’t hear her approach.

“What did His Highness say? A secret between friends?” She looked up at him.

The answer took a long while to come back.

“…..Yes, it’s a…. secret,” he was staring over the horizon as well.

Laritte shrugged when his eyes fluttered strangely.

“If you don’t want to say it, don’t. I also have friends.”

Only then did Ian, who had frozen like a stone statue, look at Laritte. Jealousy started raging inside him again because of what she said.

He tried his best to press down his jealousy and ask, “Who’s your friend?”

“Hmm, Sir Mason? Lady Redra? And Bertrand……”

“……Oh, yeah.”

Laritte found it strange that Ian took a beat to understand.

But soon, she shrugged it off and went back to the mansion, “hurry up.”

“I’ll follow you soon.”

Yet he found it difficult to catch up with Laritte.

His ears were bright red.

“You indeed like her, so don’t whine anymore and confess your feelings to your wife,” he kept recalling Oscar’s words again and again.

Since he really likes her……

Stop!

Ian screamed to himself.

If his skin was fair like Laritte’s, he would’ve been in trouble trying to hide his condition from her.

All of a sudden, his thoughts went somewhere else.

Indeed, Laritte looked beautiful because of her snowy skin.

‘No. It’s not the time to think about this.’

But he could not get control of his thoughts.

He kept remembering various aspects of his wife the longer he kept pruning.

The heat gradually reached his head, and now his neck was flushed red.

He buried his face in his hands so as to not be caught by the employees

a long time like

aroma of flowers swept

the faint echo of

taken by an

worse, when the former

mother, said that the footing of everything

that you

when a passerby stroked

“K-Kiss?”

mean you’ve never done

as she hugged a much smaller

take back the last one. The

That’s not

could clearly recall

of Ian, saying

always harbored a straight face.

Father capable of doing that? Ian thought he

he could. For at least one person.

also in love.

terribly intertwined

he grabbed his

would he confess? He wouldn’t be able to do

remembered the time when Laritte was afraid of revealing her name to

taken away after

had stopped the carriage and shouted proudly

you

a great

he not shy in the

can’t confess. I can’t,” Ian calmed down as he stroked his fingers

acknowledging his feelings for Laritte had been a big

in May

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The Exchange Ceremony was a 10-day event that only invited the higher 30 aristocrats from the Empire of Iassa.

of the harvested goods in

spread to the capital city,

meeting in May was the

exchange event someday! It receives special

walk inside a castle in the capital with

young lady who arrived in the

the castle where the party was generally held, only 30 aristocrats, their companies,

to enjoy a separate gathering in a hall

meeting, the children continued their stroll

nobles stared at only one place. As did the

time for the real guests to arrive.

know a lot from a simple hello from the guests. Such as if the person is important, their business, etcetera.

nobles peered outside their wagons with the utmost curiosity, while some waited

waiting for a

they?” the young lady whispered

was very obvious.

always been famous in society, but even

of Reinhardt, who rarely appeared

were eager to see Laritte, who was known to be

other nobles were curious to see

mind after his absence in the exchange for three

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