"You'd better not even dream of being recognized as my wife. There will never be an heir from Balazit's daughter.”

Nadia couldn't agree more with his opinion.
Thank you, Marquis, be sure to keep your word.

“The Marquis said you had no intention of sleeping with me.”
“… … .”
“So, to ensure an heir, there's no other choice but to take a concubine... … .”

Nadia's head jerked at the sound of something crushing on her.
Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that the table her husband was working on had cracked.

No, why did it suddenly break?