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 seemed like he

Therefore, I

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

Ian about

couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as soon

name

her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t expect her to be such an oddball.

what he was thinking earlier. What the hell was her

single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the battlefield and in academics, and was beautiful. It seemed like the world

in someone before. It was quite embarrassing for him to have realized this

That means you…!”

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

Tch!

him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in a rocking chair!

at him in an

neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the

know who I am.”

alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying

know he was a ‘traitor’. But she was his wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized

wooden spoon in her mouth. Suddenly, she realized there wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she eaten

He noticed that the subject of the conversation was going

to end

Would

are you asking

wasn’t that big, so Laritte returned his stew

his mouth but he was tired of asking

are you going to do with that…”

quite the

through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished

able to take back her actions and

thought it’d be better to heal him since he was already in this condition.

him and knelt down by the chair. Ian

“……!”

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

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