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.”

Laritte answered his question clearly because it seemed like

the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am

was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to this villa, Laritte

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

name Rose

once or twice, but his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before so he didn’t

was thinking earlier. What the hell was her husband doing

was the type to take care of his people with an iron fist, but gave not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable skills on the battlefield and in academics, and

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

moment. That

his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian

Tch!

indescribable to him. The man praised for being

at him in an

ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound

must know who I am.”

thought she was an ordinary

 wife. If that were the case, then she must know what he looked like. In addition, she likely recognized his golden eyes, proof

even a drop left in her bowl!

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

to

Would you

asking

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

but he was tired of asking

you going to do with

pretty sure you have quite

shirt from the cut.

it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and

just thought it’d be better to heal him since he

by the chair. Ian didn’t stop her from

“……!”

in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt

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