the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 178: Sleeping in Ignatius Leclair’s Bedroom, Isn’t it Sharing the Bed Every Night?

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Sleeping in Ignatius Leclair’s Bedroom, Isn’t it Sharing the Bed Every Night?

Delphine nearly felt herself being burned and melted under Ignatius Leclair’s piercing gaze. The man’s handsome and noble face remained perfectly still as he stared at her, making her hands and feet feel cold. Instinctively, she wanted to avoid him.

She once fell into this man’s sweet trap, among the aristocratic sons of the Southern Seas, Ignatius ranked second, and no one dared to claim first. She had traveled through mountains and rivers, witnessed darkness and auroras, and in the dreams of midnight, her ears were filled with the man’s tender and lingering whispers: "Little Delphine."

Upon waking, she was met with the loneliness of solitude and a past too dark to touch. She tried to gouge this figure out from her heart over and over, until it was bloody and raw. Gradually, she learned to hide her desolation and unease, becoming cold and indifferent, lifting her eyes to call out, neither sad nor happy, "Young Master Leclair."

She couldn’t understand Ignatius Leclair, perhaps this was just another game to him, just like back then.

"What do you want? You have everything," Delphine said softly, lowering her eyes. What she could give, she had given long ago.

Ignatius’s narrow and profound eyes became even more unfathomable as he looked at the pale woman with lowered eyes, frowning. When he abandoned her back then, he never imagined she would change so much, becoming pale, cold, detached, and indifferent.

Now, he wanted her back, at least for the moment.

He couldn’t be sure what feelings he held for Delphine Carter, but he wanted to have her once more.

"Go back," Ignatius spoke in a low voice, his gaze passing over her to the Cayenne parked not far away, which had followed all the way.

The man inside the Cayenne did not get out; he merely waited silently inside, like a rattlesnake lying dormant in the dark.

Ignatius Leclair’s lips curled into a faint, cold smile.

When they returned to the Leclair mansion, the Yeager Family had already left, and Stone Leclair, too tired, had gone to rest.

Ignatius handed Isaac Leclair over to the old butler to settle, and then saw Bessie Leclair step downstairs quietly in her slippers, expressionless, standing at the staircase entrance, coldly saying, "Big brother, if you really like that woman, why don’t you tell Grandpa to marry her? So that one day she won’t just dig out my roots but also bring you a green hat."

The Leclair Family must have owed Delphine Carter in a past life! In just a few years of coming to the Leclair Family, she had stirred up trouble for everyone. Bessie seethed with anger, wanting to see how long her big brother could protect her. Those years when Delphine was with the Leclair Family, Grandpa never liked her, let alone marrying her to the family’s heir!

Ignatius gave a faint glance at the exhausted face of Bessie. Jocelyn Yeager gave her a fleeting look and chased after her. Bessie not causing a scene was at least some progress.

"If you’re that idle, why not think about how to use your influence to tie Reginald Yeager tightly to you," the man remarked with unreserved coldness. "You can’t even handle a bastard child; where did all your tactics go when you vied for favor against the second brother back then?"

The second young master of the Leclair Family in the United States, he was forced away by Bessie years ago.

Bessie went pale, her hands and feet trembling, as she turned to go upstairs, moving so hastily she almost fell.

Seeing her retreat in a broken state, looking like she would behave for a while, Ignatius finally reached out to pull Delphine, who stood to the side, holding her hand. He lowered his head and said blandly, "Before the old man returns, you will sleep in the master bedroom."

Delphine’s fingers trembled. Sleeping in Ignatius Leclair’s master bedroom, wouldn’t that mean sharing a bed every night? The heat from the man’s palm increased, holding her tighter, not allowing her any escape.