the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 145: Aren’t dominant men the ones who always take charge forcefully?

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Aren’t dominant men the ones who always take charge forcefully?

Seeing those two reckless individuals anger Ignatius Leclair, dragged away by his men, the taut string in Delphine’s heart finally loosened, and her body grew weak.

The man’s strong yet gentle arm encircled her tightly, steadying her collapsing figure.

"Thank you." She murmured hoarsely, her voice rasping, filled with hatred for those two people, yet tinged with profound sorrow.

Ignatius said nothing as he carried her to the sofa by the fireplace, then moved to retrieve the first aid kit.

"Hold out your hand." His voice was low and firm, cold and sharp like metal.

Delphine instinctively stretched out her hand, her slender jade-like fingers opening to reveal a palm mangled with blood and flesh. Ignatius frowned deeply, his lips pressed into a line as he bent down to disinfect her wound with antiseptic.

As the medication touched the gash in her palm, the sting caused Delphine to shudder, her body flinching. She wanted to pull back her hand but didn’t dare to. Her dazed eyes stayed fixed on the flawless visage close to her—his sharp brows, profound eyes like ancient pools, high nose bridge, and below it, lips kissed by indifference. A face intricately carved by the hand of fate; no wonder she once dove headfirst into the fire like a moth.

Ignatius silently cleaned her wound, applied medicine, then meticulously wrapped it in gauze. After finishing, he raised his eyes to her with a chilling look and said in a weighted tone, "If I hadn’t come back today, what would you have done?"

Delphine hadn’t considered that possibility. If Ignatius hadn’t returned, she would’ve been forced to tear all pretenses apart and cause an ugly fallout.

After bandaging her hand, the man noticed her unresponsive state. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned down and pressed a kiss onto her petal-like lips.

Maximilian, having handled the matter with the distant relatives, entered to report. The moment he stepped through the door, he was confronted with the sight of the cold and aloof man kissing the frail and pale woman in his arms. The "dog food" (public display of affection) smacked his face hard; as the assistant, he was utterly flustered. Without hesitation, he turned and left, then reached the courtyard where he pinched his thigh so hard he nearly cried.

That couldn’t possibly be real. But aren’t domineering men supposed to simply push the woman down directly?

Images flashed through Maximilian’s mind, making him break into a cold sweat. He cautiously peeked his head around the entrance, ready to respond as the situation unfolded.

Ignatius initially intended to kiss briefly, but once he tasted her, he seemed bewitched. Only when every breath carried her faint fragrance did he finally release her, his voice dropping as he said, "In the future, if I’m not here, contact Dongzi directly. He knows how to handle things."

Delphine, dazed from his kiss, felt her entire body weaken under the surge of emotions. She didn’t fully catch what he said. Her face, pale from blood loss, now blushed faintly as her gaze swept around the room. She noticed that the servants had instinctively slipped away, leaving her to lightly crease her brows.

Ignatius was growing less careful about hiding his actions. Even before her mother, he acted unscrupulously. She couldn’t understand his intentions.

Was Ignatius trying to transform her into the likeness of her mother?

"Why are you standing here?" Bessie Leclair walked in humming a tune, her purse spinning in her hand. Seeing Maximilian standing like a doorman at the side hall’s entrance, she raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked.

"Fourth Miss." The man caught eavesdropping didn’t bat an eyelid as he stepped aside graciously, then followed Bessie into the side hall.

Bessie was in excellent spirits. She’d visited the Yeager Family earlier that afternoon, and they had showered her with admiration and doted on her like a princess. It was an unparalleled feeling of being spoiled, unlike her experience in the Leclair Family, where their grandfather cherished her eldest brother like a treasure, while her eldest brother treated her like nothing more than grass.

But as soon as Bessie spotted Delphine Carter, the smile on her face vanished. When she saw that even her aloof elder brother was stooping to bandage Delphine’s hand, her expression turned dark. Gnashing her teeth, she sneered spitefully, "Pretentious little Fox Spirit! I just saw Griffith Squire visiting your set earlier today, and now you’re already here seducing my brother!"

Ignatius paused his actions. His long, deep-set phoenix-like eyes narrowed as he looked at Bessie coldly and asked, "Why were you visiting Delphine’s film set?"

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