the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 184: Everyone outside is saying that you are the financier

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Everyone outside is saying that you are the financier

Having just stepped out of the shower, the man’s body still carried the dampness of water and the crisp, cold scent of pine.

Ignatius Leclair had turned off the computer’s glow, leaving the balcony shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by distant city lights and faint twilight.

Delphine was pinned beneath him, and before she could speak, the man captured her lips in a kiss. The computer clattered to the floor.

Their intimate entanglement quickly caused the temperature on the small balcony to rise.

"Do you like the pomegranates in the courtyard?" The man’s voice was hoarse, his breath carrying a restrained intensity.

"Mm." She barely managed to hum a reply, trying to push him back with her hands. Though his demeanor exuded refinement and elegance, he was no different from a ravenous beast.

Ignatius murmured in a deep tone, "What are you touching?"

He didn’t even bother carrying her into the bedroom, continuing his conquest on the dark, confined balcony.

The phone in the bedroom rang incessantly, and soon Maximilian’s voice, trembling yet resolute, came from the other side, mingling with the sound effect of TikTok: "Leclair?"

"Someone’s there."

"No one’s there."

The man, wholly absorbed and dark-faced with frustration, ignored the knocking at the door.

At this moment, whoever dared to interrupt—heh, clearly didn’t value their own life.

The knocking soon faded away.

Delphine’s scattered focus was unceremoniously pulled back to Ignatius, causing her to whimper uncomfortably.

Poor Maximilian was left waiting in the side hall throughout the long night. Despite it only being early autumn, he was shivering with cold and yearning to light the fireplace for warmth.

Just moments ago, outside the bedroom door, he thought—no, he *knew*—he heard the man’s suppressed, low gasps.

I’m doomed, doomed, Maximilian thought in despair. For the bedroom to be so large, with such excellent soundproofing, yet his level of hearing... it only showed how intense the situation had been.

Over the years, Leclair had been akin to a millennium-old iron tree blossoming for the first time; it was rare for him to not disdain a woman. So, having one now—true to form, his dominance remained unshaken.

Maximilian sat in the side hall, simultaneously fighting back tears and indulging in gossip. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine and spotted Ignatius descending the stairs, clad in a bathrobe and looking imposing.

The man cast him a cold glance, sharp like a knife.

"Leclair, it’s about Miss Delphine." It really wasn’t his fault for coming here; Maximilian wore a bitter expression. It was you who caused the trouble earlier this afternoon.

Now, both managers had been forced to shut off their phones, their landlines were disconnected, and gossip reporters completely surrounded the house. He was the only one left to deal with this.

Ignatius, sated in both body and mind, issued a warning to Maximilian before speaking in a low, resonant voice: "Go on."

"Miss Delphine accidentally broadcasted a livestream earlier this afternoon, and you inadvertently made a brief appearance. Now, rumors are circulating outside claiming you’re her ’sugar daddy,’ causing quite the uproar. If not handled properly, Miss Delphine might end up entangled in a scandal." Maximilian explained nervously, treading carefully with his words.

A fleeting smile flickered across the man’s lips. Sugar daddy? Hmm... how interesting.

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