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.

cup touched her lips. She turned her face away, unable to drink a few sips. “Cough, cough!” The water she couldn’t swallow ran down her chin. Ian wiped her

and it seemed this had to be enough so as not

“In the dream……,” Ian waited but for a moment nothing

Seta’s explanation in the dream was so plausible that it sounded funny. A dream was a product of imagination created by living things. ‘I miss Ian so much,’ that she herself unconsciously rationalized

would be okay with Ian leaving without an explanation, because she tolerated irrationality very well. As time passed, she thought she would soon forget. Even after spending time with

it wasn’t a dream. Laritte was completely mistaken.

I guess I like

closed 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 not use violence.

was only natural that her heart fluttered

basin when he

course, she wasn’t someone to be ashamed of what she said if she found out later that Ian was listening. Ian

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

“Laritte! Laritte!”

pale face. Luckily, she was still breathing. She just fell asleep, as if unconscious.

cried out while holding her arms on the bed. He prayed for her safety. He didn’t care if there was a God. If those last words became Laritte’s last will, he was ready to

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

was the moment when she felt something new on her lips. Ian had leaned down 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,

there was no way for him to know.

aloud. It was too harsh. The reality was that even a kiss for a few seconds was not allowed

kept nursing her, he didn’t rest for a single second. Thanks to him, when morning came and the winter birds rushed past the

think to