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.”

eyebrows raised. Laritte answered his question clearly

because I became the Duke’s wife. Therefore, I am now the lady

others, it was a precious title to her. As the owner with the rights to

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

how he couldn’t get married because

her name

his memory of her was blurry. They’ve never talked before

earlier. What the

not a single speck of mercy to his enemies. He was a man with remarkable

before. It was quite

That

pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed himself and leaned back into

Tch!

The man praised

stared at him in an obvious manner.

as the blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site

must know who

alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady.  He also thought that she was lying to kick him out of the

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

wasn’t even a drop left in her bowl! It was completely empty. When had

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

easily? You’re going to end up becoming a the

that’s true. Would you like some

are you asking

returned his stew to

he was

are you going to

sure you have quite

seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for

him being the traitor were true, it wasn’t like she’d be able to take back her actions and her sympathy. She hoped

better to heal him since he was already

down by the chair. Ian didn’t

“……!”

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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