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 he didn’t understand.

Therefore, I am now the lady

a precious title to her. As

who this woman was. The nanny and his vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his

all, nagging him about things like how he couldn’t get married because ladies were scared of him. So, as

name

blurry. They’ve never

 What the hell was her husband doing then?

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

never really been interested in someone before. It was quite embarrassing

a moment. That

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

Tch!

This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for being a swordmaster, reduced to someone stuck sitting in a

stared at him in an obvious manner.

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

must know who

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

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

a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had she

conversation was

easily? You’re going to end up becoming

Would you like some stew?”

asking

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

mouth but he was tired of

going to do

sure you have quite the cut on your stomach.”

seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte

her actions and

be better to heal him since he

him and knelt down by the chair. Ian

“……!”

of touches from moving his clothing was enough to make him bite down in pain. Ian screamed silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound, it wouldn’t be surprising

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