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.

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

it seemed this had to be enough so as not

she stammered. “In the dream……,” Ian waited but for a moment nothing came

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 by living things. ‘I miss Ian so much,’

Even after spending time with her friends and on her horse, she was left wondering why Ian had left her. After all those months

course it wasn’t a dream. Laritte was completely mistaken. However,

guess I like

admitted. In fact, she had been fond of him since old times. It was natural. It was special from the

heart fluttered several times, but she did not realize that she was in

the towel, Ian was soaking a new towel in the basin when he froze. What he just heard, was it true? She

without knowing that it wasn’t Irene. Of course, she wasn’t someone to be ashamed of what she said if she found out later that Ian was listening. Ian waited

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

“Laritte! Laritte!”

face. Luckily, she

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

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

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

had left the sword, but there was no way for

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

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

caring for her remained. She didn’t even think to brush away her silver locks that were pouring down her eyes. Her mind was blank. She felt like someone had