the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 148 Afu, Stop Making Trouble

Chapter 148: Chapter 148 Afu, Stop Making Trouble

Delphine was kissed breathless by him, the force of it like a violent storm. Remembering how unrestrained he could be in bed once he started, a faint fear crept up on her. She pushed at him a few times, struggling to resist.

Her resistance, to a man like Ignatius Leclair, felt no different from a playful scratch. His breath grew heavier as he rasped hoarsely in her ear, "Delphine, don’t fight it."

That low, husky voice shot through Delphine like an electric pulse down her spine, leaving her body limp and her head clouded. To her surprise, he still remembered her nickname.

"Delphine" was the name her grandmother had affectionately given her. She was born prematurely, a frail and sickly child, smaller and weaker than others her age. At the time, her grandmother feared she wouldn’t survive and gave her the nickname in hopes she’d be blessed with fortune and longevity.

When she turned six and was about to start school, Mrs. Gu gave her the name "Delphine." Over time, she did grow into someone guarded and reticent, not one to indulge much in happiness.

To Delphine, that nickname was a tender spot in her heart. When Ignatius murmured it now, her struggling weakened until it disappeared entirely, leaving only a soft whimper on her lips.

Ignatius, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in the woman beneath him. Like a cat having its fur smoothed, she had gone pliant. His fox-like, narrow eyes darkened as amusement flickered in them. He chuckled lowly, his voice rough with desire. "Delphine, you want me too."

A man as exceptional as Ignatius Leclair, with his stunning features, powerful physique, and stamina far beyond the ordinary, was irresistible to most women.

Seduced by his beguiling voice, Delphine felt her mind spiral into chaos. Opening her mouth, she bit him, trying to make him hurt enough to stop speaking her name, a name that inexplicably filled her with shame.

The man let out a muffled groan, his deep, wolfish eyes narrowing. Planning to savor the long night ahead, it was as though he wanted to devour his prey bite by bite—slowly, deliberately.

The next morning, Delphine awoke abruptly to the sound of Ignatius’s phone ringing.

The man had her in his arms as he reached out to answer the call. Fresh out of sleep, his voice was rare and irresistibly raspy with a sultry edge.

In a low voice, the man murmured, "Grandfather."

Delphine instantly became more alert.

Bessie Leclair, stung by repeated setbacks the day before, had called their grandfather that very night to complain tearfully.

The elder of the Leclair Family had deliberately chosen early morning to make his call, utterly unaware that his otherwise impeccable eldest grandson was at this moment entangled in warmth and softness.

"Bessie said someone stole her boyfriend. Do you know anything about this?" The old man’s voice was robust and authoritative, a testament to the good health he’d regained during his time in Switzerland.

Ignatius smirked, his sharp yet handsome features softening slightly. He said in a deep voice, "She’s been chasing after Reginald Yeager for years and hasn’t succeeded. Now she has the nerve to cry about it?"

Noting that his grandfather hadn’t mentioned Delphine, Ignatius surmised that Bessie hadn’t dared bring her up. Ignatius knew his cousin well; spiteful and cunning as she was, Bessie always laid the groundwork before striking. Thankfully, she knew what lines not to cross—for now.

"You’re her older brother; help her out if you can. That young man from the Yeager Family is someone I’ve watched grow up. His character and temperament suit us perfectly for a son-in-law. The sooner they marry, the sooner I can hold a great-grandchild. And as for you—you’re not getting any younger either, Ignatius," the elder nagged, sighing heavily.

Ignatius had already noticed that the woman in his arms was awake. Seeing her too stunned to move, amusement laced his gaze. He replied in a low, calm voice, "I understand, Grandfather."

His long, elegant hand rubbed against the woman in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he never took precautions. Yet after all this time... why was there still no sign of anything?

As he thought about it, the deep shadows of his gaze grew even darker, his expression turning ominously cold.