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.”

unaware of Laritte’s allergy, scooped up a cold bite of sorbet and ate it.

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

her body back, “I’m fine.”

her sorbet to Laritte, and it touched her lips. Ian couldn’t contain his anger. He recalled how Laritte had collapsed and suffocated right after she

He stomped over to where she sat, snatched the spoon, and threw it on

“D-Duke?”

Why do you keep bothering Laritte? Can you

“….”

better experience? Huh? Or do I have to fix your head for pestering someone who refuses

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

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

laughed, “stop lying. Peaches, huh!” Olivia’s gaze turned to Laritte. Laritte looked like she had no idea what

“Laritte, you must–”

share blood? You couldn’t even give her a proper meal, let alone a word

anymore because the maids didn’t provide her with a new one. “I’m sorry, Laritte. I’m sorry….” And with

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

as I can smell it, I have

rolled her 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 away. Ian got up from

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

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 also an art. It was one of the reasons she liked Ian, but it was cumbersome

you going to sit still when I ride Bertrand?”

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

her mind. Something