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.”

question clearly because it seemed like he didn’t

wife. Therefore, I am now the

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

vassals had worked together to pester Ian about his marital status. It’d gotten worse as of late, especially because he had been on the battlefield most of the

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

name Rose Brumayer?

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

remembered what he was thinking earlier. What the hell was her

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 beautiful. It seemed

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

a moment. That

stopped mid-sentence because as soon as he raised his head, pain erupted all over his body. Ian relaxed

Tch!

This severe situation felt indescribable to him. The man praised for

at him in an obvious

as clear as the blue sea showed neither pity nor ridicule. He felt strange. Ian covered the site of his stab wound with his calloused

who I am.”

finish his sentence. She was all alone. At first, he thought she was an ordinary miss or lady. 

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

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

of the conversation was going in another direction. But the damn stew wasn’t

going to end up becoming a

that’s true. Would you like

asking me

returned his stew

he was

you going to do

you have quite

was seeping through his shirt from the cut. Laritte wished for

her actions and her sympathy. She hoped that when he got better, he would run away. But she

better to heal him since he

chair. Ian didn’t stop her from rolling up his

“……!”

silently and felt that, with the severity of his wound,

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