When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 91

The dining hall in Duke Reinhardt’s residence was no less than that of the Imperial Palace.

A huge chandelier occupied the center of the ceiling. With artistic gold and silver decorations, combined with beautiful glass sculptures. The light from the candles continued to reflect, illuminating the dining room.

Ian and Laritte were seated facing each other at a long table covered with a tablecloth. And…

Of course, there was Olivia. She chirped, “oh my God. I never thought your mother would eat at a place like this. Just look at the pattern on the tablecloth.”

“…..”

“Even I searched for a tablecloth like this for my poor old house, but I never found the best quality. The shops that receive orders from aristocrats tend to choose their customers.” Food dishes were placed on the table one by one while Olivia sat chattering. “I never thought I’d be having these kinds of foods!”

Meanwhile, Ian was having a headache. He was never disturbed when Laritte chattered, but why was the older woman bothering him, causing his hatred to increase toward her? On the other hand, Olivia’s words invaded one of Laritte’s ears and simply went out of the other. Olivia kept talking to Laritte who didn’t care, while Ian kept glaring at Olivia.

“Madam,” a maid placed a white bowl full of potato salad in front of Laritte. It was beautifully plated. Immediately, Olivia reached out her hand to take the salad.

“This looks so delicious! Do you eat like this every day? Can you give your mother a chance to taste it?”

Ian pressed hard on the silver fork he had in his hand. His grip was strong enough to crush the fork. With ferocious eyes, he stared at Olivia. How dare she steals Laritte’s food… That look could leave knights sweating. Although she felt the energy in front of her, Olivia ate the salad steadfastly. Even after she finished eating, she kept taking a share of Laritte’s food. Her face was full of greed.

Wasn’t her life worth it? Ian’s patience had reached its limit. He remembered what Laritte had said when Olivia wanted to enter the mansion. ‘Hold on,’ Ian and Laritte both tried to put up with it, reflecting on the reason why Olivia was allowed. However, something made him end his patience.

Olivia exclaimed at the peach sorbet, “peach in this winter!” Laritte was allergic to the fruit. “Laritte, do you eat a lot of peaches here? Peaches could not be grown well in the place we used to live in when you were young. Neither were there shops near the slums. Finding fruits was more difficult than it is for aristocrats.”

allergy, scooped up a cold bite of sorbet and ate it.

come on, accept your mother’s sincerity. Shouldn’t

quietly declined, pulling her body

young? Try it. It’s priceless,” Olivia pushed her sorbet to Laritte, and it

voice bellowed in the hall. He stomped over to where she sat, snatched the spoon, and threw it on

“D-Duke?”

you keep bothering Laritte? Can

“….”

ears myself for a better experience? Huh? Or do I have to fix your head for

at Laritte, “But… But… she isn’t allergic

Olivia was lying. Because she said it herself, that there were no peaches grown where they had lived. Then, only rotten food was available

lying. Peaches, huh!” Olivia’s gaze turned to Laritte. Laritte looked like she had no idea what she was saying. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows as Laritte kept her mouth shut.

“Laritte, you must–”

too conscientious to ask for Laritte’s help just because you share blood? You couldn’t even give her a proper meal,

Her eyes turned to the spoon that had fallen. She couldn’t eat anymore because the maids didn’t provide her with

a piece touched your mouth? Are you okay?” Pulling out his handkerchief, he began to wipe her lips. “Are there any stinging sensations? Any swelling… Do you

long as I can smell it, I

eyes as Ian became frantic with his movements of wiping her lips and face. “Oh, Ian. It’s fine, so don’t bother me,” she savagely pushed Ian’s face

were allergic to the table. If you’re not eating it, I shouldn’t eat either! We need to check the chef’s sense,”

could reach it. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. Did I hurt your ears?” His eyes were full of concern. The way he gazed at Laritte was

going to sit still when I ride

heart before riding a horse and hurting

to her mind. Something long forgotten.