the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 149: In a feudal society, this is called unmediated promiscuity

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: In a feudal society, this is called unmediated promiscuity

The Leclair family patriarch still wanted to continue nagging, but Ignatius Leclair subtly shifted the topic and hung up the phone. He squinted at Delphine, who was feigning sleep.

The sky had just started to brighten, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. The woman nestled in his arms revealed a swan-like neck, her skin as luminous as snow.

Ignatius instinctively reached out to stroke her long hair. The strands were soft under his touch, brushing against his palm, and only then did he remember that she had cut her raven-black hair short a few days ago.

The man’s expression grew a touch melancholic as he recalled Griffith Squire’s earlier words. Did Delphine truly have a child, or was Griffith just spouting nonsense?

Besides, she had never mentioned it in all these years. It couldn’t be such a coincidence.

There was still a thorn lodged deep in Ignatius’s heart. In a low voice, he said, "Delphine, have a child with me."

Delphine’s body stiffened, her pretense of sleep shattered, yet she remained motionless. Her hands and feet felt icy.

After a brief hesitation, she suddenly pushed Ignatius away, wrapped herself in an oversized robe, and got out of bed. She had barely taken a step before the man caught her around the waist.

Ignatius threw her back onto the bed, restraining her hands and legs. His eyes were sharp and cold as he said heavily, "What’s wrong with you now? Are you throwing a tantrum? Don’t want to give me a child, hmm?"

Delphine, immobilized by his grip, felt the deepest wound in her heart being exposed. Her entire body convulsed with pain. Hearing him mention having a child, she trembled and shouted, "Let go!"

No matter how wild and indulgent the night had been, when daylight came, he was the most precious grandson of the esteemed Leclair family, while she was a lone orphan surviving in the cracks. People like them—during feudal times—were called illicit lovers without proper matchmaking. If they had a child, that child would be looked down upon for life, wouldn’t they?

Delphine thought of Jocelyn Yeager, thought of little Zane, and felt chills run through her body. No one understood better than her that the grander the family, the stricter the hierarchy, an insurmountable divide.

Ignatius narrowed his eyes, studying her intently. He tightened his grip on her, his voice tinged with coldness. "Delphine Carter, have I been too lenient with you?"

Her eyes instantly reddened. Unable to move her arms or legs, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the fleshy part of his palm, sinking her teeth in until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. Only then did she release him.

Ignatius’s face grew dark as storm clouds. Whether in the game of power or love, he had never encountered such a thankless woman. He should throw this sharp-tongued and hard-hearted thing out of the house, out of the Leclair family, and send her far away.

Consumed with rage, Ignatius finally withdrew his hand, only to see Delphine stalk out of the bedroom without a backward glance.

The man’s handsome features darkened entirely, his brows etched with anger. Instinctively, he reached for his phone to call Maximilian, only to remember that he had been sent away for an assignment.

Ignatius took a deep breath to calm the surging fury within him, then dialed Kyla Zamora.

"Miss Zamora, this is Ignatius Leclair."

Kyla, receiving the call early in the morning, was grumpy from being woken up. But the man’s voice, cool like spring water tinged with frost, made her shiver involuntarily. Haltingly, she stammered, "M-Mr. Leclair?"

Ignatius’s voice was even colder than usual.

"Delphine hasn’t been feeling well lately. After she finishes filming, I need you to accompany her to the hospital for a full-body checkup. The hospital has already been arranged—the name and the attending doctor have been provided."

Kyla nodded rapidly, bobbing her head like a pecking chicken, overly eager in her response.

The man thanked her indifferently before hanging up the call.

Kyla patted her burning cheeks, let out a sharp scream, and then burst into laughter three times in a row. If word got out, the circle’s flock of gaudy and jealous socialites would undoubtedly lose their minds—Ignatius Leclair of the Leclair estate had actually called her.

Kyla quickly got up, preparing to visit Delphine’s film set. She had a massive piece of news to deliver to her.