the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 21: The thrill of keeping a beauty in a golden house at home

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: The thrill of keeping a beauty in a golden house at home

Along the way, someone led the path, and soon they arrived at the private room named "South Wind Knows My Intent."

Delphine looked at the name of the private room, raised an eyebrow, and reached out for the red wine.

Jocelyn handed her the red wine. When she took it, her fingertips brushed against his—a warm, smooth sensation. Reginald spoke softly, "Five years ago, I came looking for you, Delphine."

Five years ago, on the night the scandal broke out, he wasn’t at the Leclair estate. At that time, he was still a bastard child of the Yeager Family, and by rank, he wasn’t qualified to attend the birthday banquet at the Leclair estate.

When he heard about Delphine’s trouble, he went to the Leclair estate to find her. Ignatius Leclair stood under the sycamore trees that heavily shaded the red mansion and said coldly with an air of hostility, "Don’t come again in the future."

He was a step too late.

Delphine froze. The two remained silent for five seconds, neither speaking.

After a long pause, she spoke, her voice raspy, hard-edged, tinged with a hint of sorrow: "Too late."

It was too late—be it five years ago or five years later. The Delphine Carter of today was covered in filth, impossible to cleanse even by herself.

"It’s not too late." He said solemnly, two words heavy with intent.

Delphine shook her head, letting out a cold, bitter laugh. She hugged the wine tightly and pushed the door open to enter.

The room inside wasn’t the boisterous, rowdy scene Delphine had imagined. On the contrary, it was eerily quiet.

In the spacious suite, there was just one table playing mahjong and another with food and drinks. Several young, pretty girls dressed in scanty fabric huddled in fear, trying to make themselves invisible, all because the young master of the Leclair Family sitting in the corner wore an expression of deep gloom and displeasure.

As soon as Delphine stepped inside, all eyes in the room instantly turned toward her.

Jocelyn followed her in and, with a gentle smile, commented, "Quite lively. I heard that Wade Family’s second master hosted a banquet at Cloud Summit. Looks like we arrived just in time."

The second master of the Wade Family, the middle-aged man stuck at the card table refusing to leave, saw his savior arrive and grinned from ear to ear. "So it’s young master Reginald. Perfect timing. Today, I’m here to offer an apology to the Leclair Family’s young protégée. Just right—you can act as a witness."

The scene was a little awkward. Delphine had expected it to be just another hangout spot where the rich playboys indulged in revelry. Instead, she found herself thrust into an apology-broker negotiation setting, led by no less than the forty-something second master of the Wade Family.

In terms of seniority, this "second master" was more than a generation older than Ignatius Leclair.

She couldn’t quite gauge the situation and hesitated to move.

"Come over here." Ignatius’s face was shadowed under the interplay of light and dark, his voice low and rippling like water.

Delphine lowered her eyes and frowned as she walked toward him.

Over there, the second master of the Wade Family finally let out a breath of relief. This damned Leclair brat had kept up his icy demeanor all night—avoiding alcohol, untouched by flirtation, impervious to politeness. Turns out this was his type.

The second master couldn’t even bear to linger his gaze on Delphine’s face, as this woman of Ignatius’s carried an undeniable air of alluring beauty.

"Young master Leclair, the dishes are practically cold. Shall I have someone bring up a fresh, warm serving?" The second master offered with a flattering smile.

Ignatius lowered his eyes, the curve of his lips deepening—a smirk that was neither cheerful nor sneering. Just the removal of a deputy mayor had thrown the Wade Family into calamity. The old patriarch was enraged yet refused to take action, the elder brother adamant about maintaining face. That left only this hapless second master to come crawling over, pretending to offer apologies and persistently probing for information all night.

If Ignatius didn’t drink this wine, the second master would likely face punishment upon returning.

Ignatius sneered internally. Seeing Delphine lingering till now, his expression turned darker, anger tightly held in check. He replied indifferently to the second master, "No need. I’ve asked our family’s servants to send wine over. If there isn’t good wine, wouldn’t that dishonor the second master’s exquisite banquet spread?"

So, she was just a little servant? The second master chuckled knowingly. No wonder the national beauties he had arranged hadn’t drawn a glance from Ignatius. A private treasure hidden at home—truly provocative.

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