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.”

up a cold bite of sorbet and ate it. She

so good. Laritte, come on, accept your mother’s sincerity. Shouldn’t you have a bite?”

declined, pulling her body back,

it because you didn’t have the habit of eating it when you were young? Try it. It’s priceless,” Olivia pushed her sorbet to Laritte, and it touched her

to where she sat, snatched the spoon,

“D-Duke?”

Why do you keep bothering Laritte? Can you not hear when

“….”

for a better experience? Huh? Or do I

Laritte, “But… But… she isn’t allergic to peaches. I know

Olivia was lying. Because she said it herself, that there were no peaches grown where

she had no idea what she was saying. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows

“Laritte, you must–”

just because you share blood? You couldn’t even give her

spoon that had fallen. She couldn’t eat anymore because the maids didn’t provide her with a new one. “I’m sorry, Laritte. I’m

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

long as I can smell it, I

his movements of wiping her lips and face. “Oh, Ian. It’s fine, so don’t bother me,” she savagely pushed Ian’s face away. Ian got up from his seat

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

sorry I got mad at you. Did I hurt your ears?” His eyes were full

you going to sit still when I ride

Please pray for your husband’s heart before riding a horse and hurting yourself,” he handed over the spoon to the

her mind. Something