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.”

his question clearly because it

Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am

to her. As the owner with the rights to this

The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital

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

her name

blurry. They’ve never

was thinking earlier. What the hell was her

to his enemies. He

never really been interested in someone before. It was

moment. That means you…!”

he raised his head, pain erupted all over his

Tch!

situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised

him in an obvious

strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and

who I am.”

he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick him out

made it 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

there wasn’t even a drop left in her

that the subject of the conversation was going in another direction. But the damn stew wasn’t the

admitting that too easily? You’re going to end up becoming a

guess that’s true. Would

asking

what I brought you? Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen.

his mouth but he was

are you going to do

have quite the cut on your

fresh blood was seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for him to live.

actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better, he would run away. But

to heal him since

by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from rolling up

“……!”

enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity

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