the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 113 Delphine kept silent, pretending she didn’t know about the existence of Ignatius Leclair

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Delphine kept silent, pretending she didn’t know about the existence of Ignatius Leclair

The atmosphere at the Leclair House had been rather bleak these past few days.

Delphine had been leaving early and returning late every day, and Ignatius hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her. Each time he came home, the house was silent and empty, the bed cold and untouched. The warm, fragrant woman who used to lie in his arms was gone, and Ignatius’s expression had turned frighteningly stern.

He had always been aloof and reserved, with a subtle arrogance underneath, but he had already lowered himself to apologize to her. To his disbelief, Delphine Carter remained unforgiving, and anger had been building up fiercely in his heart for days.

The servants clearly sensed the young master’s foul mood; seeing him from a distance, they scattered like startled birds, afraid to provoke his wrath.

Even Maximilian had been keeping his head down these past few days, silently lamenting his misfortune.

On the day of the Squire Family banquet, Leah arrived early to pick her up.

"Hurry up and get in the car; we’re going to do our hair," Leah said, driving a black Hummer. When she saw Delphine wearing a cotton maxi dress layered with a loose-knit sweater, the muted colors accentuating her pale yet striking features, she burst into amused laughter.

"This early?" Delphine hadn’t expected her to arrive so soon, and she was caught off guard.

Leah pulled her into the car, setting the navigation while laughing. "After we get our hair done, we’ll swing by the shopping mall. I’ve finally got someone to shop with me—you better not ditch me."

Delphine rubbed her temples, resigned to the idea that she’d be giving her entire afternoon to Leah Squire. Fortunately, she’d already familiarized herself with her script, and she had been meaning to cut her long hair short.

An hour later, Delphine and Leah were seated in a salon, getting their hair done.

"Miss, are you sure you want to cut it short? It’s such a shame," the stylist said, marveling at her hair, which was as dark and silky as raven feathers. It was his first time seeing such beautiful, thick hair, and cutting it felt regretful.

"Just chin-length, please," Delphine responded with a faint smile. In her upcoming film *Clear River Tales*, the character she would portray, Sandal White, wore her hair short due to the period setting. Besides, her long hair had started to feel burdensome.

The stylist sighed wistfully as he picked up the scissors, slicing through the silk-like locks at shoulder length before meticulously trimming them.

Delphine closed her eyes, feeling as though something deep within her had shattered free when her hair was cut.

Leah opted for soft curls, and when she saw Delphine with her new short hair, her delicate, heart-shaped face complemented by exquisitely refined features and snowy-white complexion, Leah nodded approvingly and smiled. "The long hair held back your personality. Short hair suits you—it’s beautiful."

"Absolutely! Who’d have thought short hair could outshine long hair in charm?" The stylist chimed in gleefully.

Delphine ran her fingers through her chin-length hair and smiled lightly.

Leah’s energy was boundless; she went on to get her nails done, and then dragged Delphine shopping. Seeing Leah in such high spirits, Delphine decided to accompany her, risking exhaustion. By the time they left, their arms were loaded with Leah’s shopping bags.

"By the way, I’ve brought your dress for you—it’s in the backseat. Let’s go get changed," Leah said, tossing the shopping bags into the trunk and retrieving two paper bags from the back seat. She handed Delphine a champagne-colored evening gown.

"The Leclair House has dresses, Leah—you didn’t have to go through the trouble," Delphine said.

Leah let out a laugh, her peach blossom-shaped eyes shimmering with mischief. "This dress was a gift from my brother; I didn’t spend a dime."

Knowing Delphine’s frugal nature, Leah understood that she would never splurge on an evening gown. She figured that the dresses at the Leclair House must have been bought by Ignatius Leclair. Just thinking of that man darkened Leah’s gaze slightly; though she’d never met him, from everything Delphine had suffered over the years, Leah harbored nothing but disdain for the Crown Prince of the Leclair Family.

Still, since Delphine had never mentioned him, Leah pretended he didn’t exist.

Seeing the late hour, Delphine realized it was too late to return home and change her dress. She nodded and followed Leah to a fitting room to don the gown before heading to the Squire Manor.

Griffith Squire had sent out invitations far and wide, extending them to every notable figure in South Asia. The Squire Family’s reemergence was nothing short of a thunderclap, stirring up a storm in the elite circles within just three days.