the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 58 Are You Pleased with What You See?

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Are You Pleased with What You See?

Ignatius Leclair carried Delphine into the car, his voice low as he ordered to head to the hotel. He lowered his gaze, quietly examining the woman drenched in the reek of alcohol, yet unusually quiet and obedient.

"Name," Ignatius said in a low, hushed voice, tinged with somberness.

The woman froze for a moment, struggling to maintain a thread of rationality, and weakly replied, "Time."

Ignatius’s face instantly darkened, his long, sharp eyes narrowing into slits. He reached out and pinched her palm-sized face, letting out a cold laugh.

This woman, aside from her beauty, was utterly useless.

She could even lose herself in a role, unable to escape.

If this wretched thing didn’t sober up, he’d damn well ruin her.

"Who am I?"

Who was he? Who was he? The man’s face was familiar yet devoid of warmth. Chaotic fragments of information churned in her mind, with a voice relentlessly whispering: He is a demon, he is a demon.

Delphine clutched her head, her brows wrinkling in pain before doubling over and vomiting.

Maximilian, driving ahead, saw this and his face shifted. He quickly sped up.

Ignatius’s face grew impossibly grim, his urge to throw this wretched creature out the window growing stronger—throw her as far as possible, never to touch her again.

Maximilian pushed the car to its limits, collapsing a 20-minute trip into 10 minutes. When the car finally halted, Ignatius slammed the door shut. His face was heavy with menace as he grabbed the drunken, staggering Miss Delphine Carter and dragged her into the hotel.

Without hesitation, he hauled Delphine to the presidential suite and directly threw her into the bathroom.

Ignatius turned on the shower, drenching her entirely. He stripped off her alcohol-soaked clothes and hurled them far away, wishing he could scrub her skin raw.

The man’s large hands, roughened with calluses, scrubbed her forcefully. With the rising heat from the bathroom, the stream of hot water cascading down her body became smothering. Delphine’s consciousness began to clear slightly, a helpless whimper escaping her lips, her voice tender and enticing to the bone.

Ignatius froze, his towering, lean form momentarily rigid. He reached up, tugged off his tie, and stared into the misty, steam-filled bathroom. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of the drenched woman, her skin pale as snow, the tension in his body drawing taut.

Over the years, his obsessive cleanliness had grown uncontrollable, his standards for women increasingly exacting. His life had become near ascetic.

Ignatius grabbed her small face, his expression icy as he watched her steam-flushed cheeks. Back then, he had wanted this woman only because of her naive stupidity, intending to claim her innocence. Since he’d taken her the first time, he found her convenient, leading to many times after.

If one day, Delphine Carter dared betray him, he would undoubtedly make her wish for death over life.

A flicker of bloodthirsty cruelty flashed across the man’s eyes.

"Feeling uncomfortable?" he asked in a deep voice, watching her squirm to avoid the spraying showerhead. Her ivory body twisted and writhed, his seductive Adam’s apple bobbing as his voice dropped to a near growl.

Ignatius removed his water-splattered clothing, his muscular, toned legs stepping into the tub. He cornered Delphine into the edge.

Gradually regaining her senses, Delphine blinked, her brain still sluggish. She stared blankly at the man’s coldly handsome face, her gaze lowering to his sculpted six-pack abs.

"Satisfied with what you see?" Ignatius asked, his lips curving seductively as he trapped her against the wall. Pressing into her, he held her small head firmly, his kisses devouring her lips with an almost savage intensity.

The man’s unparalleled strength astonished her, sinking into her skin as he dangerously bit at her pale flesh. Hoarsely, he murmured a question, his voice rumbling deeply with tension: "Time?"

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In the end, Delphine was barely conscious. Every time she heard the man, with his devilish tone, utter the word "Time," she reflexively shook her head.

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