the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 154: Are you wondering about the incident that happened back then?

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Are you wondering about the incident that happened back then?

Ignatius Leclair carried her out of Squire Manor, having endured a chaotic night. Now, with the woman held in his arms, the restless blood in the man’s veins finally calmed down.

"Head back to Leclair Residence," Ignatius commanded Six calmly, then placed Delphine in the back seat. Seeing her curled up at the corner of the seat, his icy brows deepened, sharp as knife edges, before silently getting into the car.

Once inside, Delphine shrank against the corner, saying nothing.

The man showed no annoyance. Without any expression, he pulled her back into his arms, pinning her hands and feet against him, firmly enveloping her slender figure, inhaling her familiar, faint fragrance.

Ignatius Leclair, by nature, cherished tranquility, a mind as sharp as a demon’s. After standing atop Cloud Summit for so many years, he had seen through all worldly splendors. The only thing missing by his side—if anything—was a woman who could bring joy to his heart.

In earlier years, he never entertained the thought. But recently, for reasons he couldn’t name, he suddenly began considering that keeping a woman like Delphine Carter might not be a bad idea. After all, she fit his aesthetic tastes—quiet and unintrusive.

With Ignatius holding her so tightly, sleep was out of the question for Delphine. She struggled to break free, but the man was strong, unmoving like steel. She jabbed the base of his thumb, which had been bitten earlier in the morning, and said coldly, "I’m suffocating."

The two never spoke about the subject of children.

Ignatius glanced down, noticing her delicate face had indeed reddened faintly from being smothered, making her skin look even more luminous and translucent. A flicker of unrest passed through his thoughts; his Adam’s apple moved once before he opened his mouth deeply, "Storming off without a word—where did you learn that from?"

Delphine frowned slightly, lowering her eyes as she replied indifferently, "I just went to catch up with Leah Squire, that’s all."

Before she could finish, her voice was smothered under the man’s relentless, tempestuous kiss.

Ignatius kissed her until she was nearly breathless, then finally let her go. He lingered against her tender earlobe, murmuring, "From now on, stop storming off at every whim. Understand?"

She turned her face away. Such meddlesome behavior—Mrs. Carter didn’t even care where she slept at night.

"How much do you know about Leah?" Delphine asked, thinking about Ignatius’s earlier remarks.

Leah’s past had always been shrouded in mystery, and Griffith Squire never spoke of it. The first time she met Leah, the woman had already been confined to a hospital bed for two years.

The injuries sustained back then had never fully healed, compounded by a lack of advanced medical facilities and tranquil conditions.

That’s when Griffith turned his attention to the South Seas. Once everything over there was ready, he invited the attending physician, Aiden, to perform the final treatment for Leah.

"Her origins are unclear; every trace of her past has been deliberately erased," Ignatius said faintly, a shadow of dark light flashing across his deep, phoenix-like eyes.

It was clear that Delphine cared deeply for her, but Leah carried far too many secrets, her background anything but ordinary.

"Delphine, how did you become acquainted with the Squire siblings?" Ignatius asked softly, his breathtakingly handsome features hidden in the night, his voice low and weighted.

Under the dark sky, the black Bentley smoothly advanced toward Leclair Residence. Delphine gazed at the lights along the road, blurred into heavenly halos, and after a long silence, spoke softly, "You’re not asking about that—it’s really about what happened to me after you threw me out all those years ago, isn’t it?"

Ignatius observed her as she lowered her gaze, her voice as sweet and soft as sugar, the sharpness of her brows and eyes dulled. He said in a low, steady tone, "Speak your mind; I’m listening."

He could roughly guess the events but wanted her to say them aloud herself.

He wanted to unearth her festering wounds and give her the chance to be reborn.