the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 208: Do Not Go

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Do Not Go

Delphine’s thoughts were laid bare by his words. Seeing him so angry, it was clear he didn’t want to get involved. Her eyes reddened, and she reached out to shove him, coldly saying, "I’m going to see her. I’m not asking you to do anything."

Ignatius Leclair nearly choked on his breath and felt even more irritated watching her cry over someone unrelated. He lowered his head, kissing her eyes—not gently like before, but with a fierceness fueled by the fire inside him.

Delphine was kissed so hard that she couldn’t breathe, her eyes swelling with pain as if they were on the verge of exploding. Struggling only spurred him to use even greater force.

In the messy entanglement of their struggle, faces brushing, their clothes became disheveled, and their breathing grew ragged.

"You are not going to Switzerland." Ignatius’s voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed intensity. His hand clasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Under the dim, yellow light of the night, his eyes seemed to hold an impenetrable, suffocating twilight.

"I can help Griffith Squire this one time, but from now on, you and he are finished. Whatever debts and grievances exist between you, they’re settled—no strings left to pull."

Delphine hesitated, disbelief flickering across her face at the thought that he would actually lend his hand. In a soft, tentative voice, she asked, "Really?"

"Mm." His heated palm lingered on her lower abdomen, his dark eyes glinting with something sinister. Her womb existed only to bear his child.

Ignatius’s voice dipped with a quiet dominance, "Delphine, you are the most naive child I’ve ever met."

Once you’ve shared a Leclair man’s bed, your surname will always be Leclair—life or death doesn’t change that. His woman could only ever be his.

Her fleeting thoughts were already crystal-clear in his eyes. Forget that he hadn’t grown tired of her yet—even Beatrice Carter, who endured Stone Leclair’s daily rage and abuse with neither title nor status, wouldn’t dare suggest leaving the Leclair Family.

If Beatrice Carter were truly to leave Stone Leclair to start a new life as she dreamed, she wouldn’t survive until the second day.

Delphine was pitiably idealistic when it came to certain matters.

The Squire Family’s backup plan—he would sever it for her sooner or later.

Delphine’s body stiffened, a chill traveling from her feet right up into her heart, too alarmed to fully grasp the deeper meaning behind his words. Ignatius’s voice was hoarse to an unbearable degree.

"You know what you need to do if you want me to protect the Squire siblings."

His tense frame, coiled like a predator in wait, loomed dark and volatile. Delphine, entirely drained, kissed him randomly on the chin, triggering a sharp breath from him.

What happened next unfolded in fragments she couldn’t quite piece together. She didn’t even remember all of what she had done—she only knew that she felt utterly exhausted.

After a night of unbridled torment, the sated Ignatius rose and looked at the light creeping in from the outside, then at the chaos of the rumpled bed. His handsome face betrayed no emotion.

With an impassive expression, he pulled the quilt over her, covering her up. Last night, she had cried to the point her voice became hoarse, yet he still hadn’t been able to let her go.

Turned out, this woman wasn’t as indifferent to physical intimacy as he had once thought. Last night, the self-control he took pride in had crumbled entirely; once desire’s cage was opened, the sight it revealed was terrifying.

This woman had awakened a wild, uncontrollable side of him. It was the first time Ignatius felt his emotions simmering into chaotic turmoil beyond his grasp.

After a night of fervor, Ignatius disappeared for half a month, claiming he was on a business trip. Delphine hadn’t asked where he went.

When she woke the next day, there wasn’t an inch of her skin left untouched by soreness. Every movement brought waves of pain, and even the sound of her own hoarse voice was unrecognizable, leaving her deeply annoyed.

Delphine’s mind was a mess, and she grew weary of their arrangement. Watching his sudden absence brought genuine relief. She even wished he’d never return. This man was far too confusing, too suffocating to deal with, and she felt an inescapable sense of dread when it came to him.