When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 84

Laritte was in bed, suffering from pain. She was colder than when Seta visited her. She couldn’t even open her eyes. Her illness had completely worsened. She then felt a cold towel being placed on her forehead. She felt like a hot potato being immersed in ice water.

“……Irene?”

Laritte voiced the maid’s name between her breaths. But it wasn’t the maid. On the first floor, she was frantically wandering among the patients.

Without letting out a word, Ian stroked his fingers along Laritte’s cheek. Her face, which he hadn’t seen for several months, was sullen. He didn’t move out to see this. He was heartbroken. It was so sad, he couldn’t even cry.

Laritte couldn’t open her eyes. With her head buzzing, she could only move her lips, “Irene, what…. time is it…..?”

How long has it been since Seta came?

She fumbled again, her grip on the dagger loosening. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a dream. It was absurd to think that a dragon disguised himself as a human and enjoyed spending time in the human world from the beginning of time.

When the dagger was stuck between the bed and the wall, she started looking for Irene again.

“Irene?”

“……”

This gentle touch must have been Irene’s, but she could hear nothing from her. Or had Laritte lost her ability to hear? She wanted to check but her body didn’t comply.

a cup touched her lips. She turned her face away, unable to drink a few sips. “Cough, cough!” The water

and it seemed this had to be

dream……,” Ian waited but for a moment nothing came out

thought she was stupid. Was it for her own sake that Ian got farther away? Seta’s explanation in the dream was so plausible that it sounded funny. A dream was a product of imagination created

soon forget. Even after spending time with her friends and on her horse, she was left wondering why Ian had left her. After all those months of wondering, it was finally reflected in

dream. Laritte was completely mistaken. However, her conclusion was not

guess I like Ian……”

eyes trembled as she admitted. In fact, she had been fond of him since old times. It was natural. It was special from the fact that he was the first family who did

punished her previous family for the absurdity she had suffered from them. It was only natural that her heart fluttered several times, but she did not realize that

Ian was soaking a new towel in the basin when

knowing that it wasn’t Irene. Of course, she wasn’t someone to be ashamed of what she said if she found out later

something if I die?’ But she could not speak anymore. Shocked, Ian jumped up and the wooden basin from his

“Laritte! Laritte!”

his cheek close to Laritte’s pale face. Luckily, she was still breathing. She just fell asleep, as

for her safety. He didn’t care if there was a

was returning little by little. It felt like her whole body was being crushed with lead. Now she couldn’t even move her mouth. Ah, she would never know why Ian left. It didn’t matter if her heart wasn’t conveyed. Even if she died like this, she could rest in peace. Because

to kiss her. A tear fell on her pale, cold skin. His tears ran down Laritte’s cheek and wet her pillow. He hurriedly fell back, worried if he held the kiss a second longer,

the sword, but there was no way for him to

the most, but she couldn’t answer aloud. It was too harsh. The reality was that even

for a single second. Thanks to him, when morning came and

body. There was no one in the quiet room. Only traces of someone caring for her remained. She didn’t even think to brush away her silver locks that