the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 87: Do Not Get Out of Bed Until the Wound is Healed

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Do Not Get Out of Bed Until the Wound is Healed

Delphine woke up the next morning. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mrs. Lee tidying up the room with her head bowed, and she froze for a moment.

She tried to move her body and drew in a sharp breath, squeezing her eyes shut from the pain.

Hearing the movement, Mrs. Lee quickly looked up and called out, "Miss Delphine, don’t move."

Her body was covered in injuries. Even though the young master had swapped out the bedding for the softest silk, it was still no match for the delicate human skin. Mrs. Lee hurried over, gently pressing her down and speaking softly, "Let me check if the fever has gone."

A dry, warm hand touched her forehead. After feeling the temperature, Mrs. Lee smiled, "Indeed, your fever has gone down. The young master can finally be at ease now—he watched over you the whole night."

Delphine was startled, her memories from before she fainted slowly returning. In her drowsy state, someone had carried her and spoken to her quietly—it turned out to be Ignatius Leclair.

"Mrs. Lee, why are you here?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Mrs. Lee quickly poured warm water from a thermos into a cup, helped her take a sip, and smiled, "Drink this to soothe your throat. The young master said you were sick and asked me to come take care of you for a couple of days."

Seeing the injuries covering Delphine’s body, Mrs. Lee sighed deeply, her eyes turning moist as she said, "Poor child, how could you have suffered this much?"

Delphine’s gaze wavered slightly. She reached out to grasp Mrs. Lee’s warm hand and murmured, "I’m okay."

After waking up, Delphine found it hard to stay in bed. Although Stone Leclair had lashed her with a whip, someone had meticulously treated her wounds, and the pain was nowhere near as intense as before. She struggled to get up, washed herself briefly, and took off her pajamas to inspect the whip marks. When she was being beaten, she had instinctively curled into a ball, so most of the lash marks were on her back. Fortunately, her face had been spared.

Her face was her livelihood—if it were disfigured, her acting career would be completely over.

As Delphine bent over to grab her pajamas, the movement pulled at her wounds, making her frown. A man’s long, strong, and well-defined hand reached over to hand her the soft pajamas, and a deep voice said, "Your wounds aren’t healed yet—don’t get out of bed."

Delphine stiffened slightly, not expecting someone to come in, let alone that Ignatius Leclair was still at the Leclair family home. Without her pajamas on, there was little to cover what needed to be covered. She could only slightly bow her body, keeping her back toward him.

Ignatius’s eyes narrowed as he took in the injuries on her back. Without a word, he helped her put on the pajamas before scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom, settling her gently on the bed.

The entire time, Delphine’s body remained tense, her heartbeat quickening. She raised her eyes to look at Ignatius, who was as stunningly handsome and noble as ever. Even when taking care of someone, he exuded an elegance that others simply didn’t possess.

Ignatius touched her forehead again, confirming that the fever was truly gone. He nodded and spoke in a low voice, "I’ve asked Mrs. Lee to make some porridge for you. While your wounds are healing, you can only eat light foods."

He was so close that his long lashes nearly brushed against her skin. His face, already flawless with sharp and defined features, became even more captivating at this proximity. The subtle scent of mint and the masculine allure surrounding him felt overwhelmingly entrancing.

Delphine unconsciously licked her dry lips and replied softly, "Okay."

After waking up, her emotions were complicated. A moment ago, she had been in such despair, facing such relentless suffering. Now, awake, she found herself in a bed of luxury, enveloped by soft words and tender care. Ignatius’s demeanor left her feeling uneasy.

"What are you thinking?" Ignatius spoke, realizing for the first time that being taciturn might not be such a great trait. When she was younger, though shy and slightly insecure, she was never this silent.

"I thought I’d never see you again." She lowered her gaze and murmured.

That phone call—all the way until the very end—he had hung up.

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