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.”

raised. Laritte answered his question clearly

Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now the

title to her. As the owner with the rights to this

together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of

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

name Rose

might’ve seen her once or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never

 What the hell was her husband

a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a

of these reasons that he’d never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to

a moment. That

raised his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian

Tch!

to him. The man praised for

in an obvious

blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused hands and didn’t miss the expression on her

know who

sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary

he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must

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

his eyebrows. He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going in

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

true. Would you like some stew?”

you asking me that?”

 Obviously, her stomach wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew to this kitchen. She then came back with a bucket

he

to do with that…”

quite the cut

she said, fresh blood was seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte

like she’d be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better, he would run away. But she wouldn’t mind hiding

him since he was already

and knelt down by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from rolling

“……!”

make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound, it wouldn’t be surprising if his intestines

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