When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

Chapter 5

The house was dark and dawn seemed to be far off. Having skipped dinner to take care of her unexpected guest, Laritte was quite hungry.

Ian panicked as he watched Laritte march to the kitchen to have her late night dinner. This lady had slept on the knee of a man she didn’t even know, asked him if he liked stew, and was now walking away.

You would even treat a stranger so well? The sound of chopping vegetables and boiling water told him that she really was making stew. Ian could do nothing more than stay seated by the warm fireplace. Not long after, she came back with…

“It really is stew,” Ian mumbled under his breath

The freshly-made and steaming stew looked so appetising that it nearly made him drool. She made it herself, and although it didn’t look like something fit for a noble, it was still good enough. Laritte tilted her head, not understanding his words.

“So that means there’s such a thing as ‘fake stew?’”

“That’s not….”

He wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut. Somehow, though, he felt like he couldn’t continue speaking with her attitude.

“Excuse me, miss.”

“I’m not a ‘miss’. I got married not too long ago.” Laritte answered neatly.

Ian looked at the inside of the house. Thinking about it, she definitely lived alone. But she says she’s married? What the hell was her husband doing then?

Since he showed no sign of taking the stew, Laritte placed his portion by the fireplace. Then, she stood back up and began eating her portion with a carefree attitude.

The meat and vegetables disappeared one by one into her small mouth.

“What are you doing…?”

“The only chair here was taken by my guest.”

“That’s not what I… Huu, do you know where we are?”

This was Duke Reinhardt’s last remaining property. That’s what he heard the sleazeballs in the back-alley say. So, in his opinion, the uninvited guest here was Laritte and not him.

“Of course. Is this not the Duke’s villa?”

“So you know this is a house without an owner…”

“Sorry, but I’m now the owner of this place.”

clearly because

I became the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now the lady of the house.”

it may seem like nothing to others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights

Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially because

about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon as a marriage request

her name

her was blurry. They’ve

remembered what he was thinking earlier. What the

his people with an iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was

before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this woman’s identity so late.

moment. That

all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and leaned back into the

Tch!

his tongue. This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for

stared at him in an obvious

covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused

know who I am.”

managed to finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or

seem like she didn’t know he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like.

a wooden spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left

conversation was going in another direction. But the damn stew wasn’t the current

You’re going to end up becoming

Would

are you asking me that?”

so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with a bucket and

he was tired of

to

have quite the cut on your stomach.”

his shirt from

traitor were true, it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and her

him since he

Ian didn’t

“……!”

bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound,

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