the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 90 The Man Restrained Himself

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 The Man Restrained Himself

The man stood before the slightly ajar door. He neither pushed it open nor disturbed her. Instead, he leaned lazily against the wall, his hands tucked in his pockets. His long, deep-set eyes grew darker, holding only her in their depths. His handsome face softened with uncharacteristic gentleness.

She rarely smiled. In her younger days, it was because of her shy and insecure nature—she was like a wooden figure. Later, as she grew up, her personality turned colder, and smiles became even scarcer.

Ignatius Leclair gazed at the rare smile playing at the corners of her lips. He wanted to walk over, pull her into his arms, and run his fingers through her soft hair.

But the man held himself back.

"Delphine, how long are you planning to rest? Recently, the Fruit Channel invited the production team to be on their variety show. If your schedule doesn’t allow it, I can turn it down," Miss Zhao asked.

Although the Fruit Channel boasted incredibly high domestic ratings and appearing on their variety shows could boost Delphine’s popularity further, Miss Zhao always prioritized the young woman’s preferences.

Delphine’s aura had always leaned cold and aloof, with an understated sterility. She didn’t enjoy lively environments, and her withdrawn demeanor wouldn’t fit well with such variety shows. Miss Zhao mused that perhaps the "cool goddess" image suited her best.

She had figured it out—such a woman couldn’t possibly have been shaped by a typical environment. She was more like someone cultivated by an aristocratic family’s influence. Otherwise, how could someone like Ignatius Leclair take notice of Delphine Carter among so many others in the world of the Leclair Manor?

"I won’t participate in the variety show," Delphine replied indifferently. Her injuries required several months of recovery. "If there’s a good script, bring it to me. I’d like to focus on acting."

Having acted in two dramas, Delphine had gradually fallen in love with the profession. She was an extremely repressed person by nature. If someone as stifling and dull as her could live various lives on screen, then it was a beautiful escape. The life she could never realize for herself, she could at least experience in the world of acting.

"Alright. Please, take good care of yourself."

Delphine hung up the phone, staring blankly at the view outside her window. The season was already midsummer.

The man leaned against the wall and, upon seeing Maximilian ascend the stairs, signaled with his eyes for him to remain silent. Then, he continued to quietly watch Delphine Carter.

Poor Maximilian opened his mouth to speak but swallowed his words. Silently, he stood by, watching their family’s Mr. Leclair crouch in the corner like a voyeur.

Fortunately, before long, the butler arrived. Only then did Ignatius Leclair withdraw his gaze, motioning the two to follow him to the study.

Once the man’s attention was retracted, the smile on his lips promptly returned to its usual cold and distant state. Entering the study, he signaled for the butler to speak first.

"Young Master, the Old Master just called about Miss Bessie," the butler observed Ignatius Leclair’s expression as he spoke cautiously.

Ever since Bessie Leclair had been confined to the wine cellar, she hadn’t been let out. Though her meals were brought down to her three times a day, someone raised in pampered luxury her entire life could hardly handle such a punishment, much less endure such suffering.

The wine cellar was cold and dry, devoid of fresh air and sunlight. Bessie had suffered greatly, eventually calling the Old Master, who was far away in Switzerland, crying and complaining.

The Old Master, although well advanced in years, was sharper than anyone. He let her endure for two days as a lesson before calling Ignatius Leclair. However, Ignatius remained unmoved, coldly refusing to release her, his lips curling into a sneer.

When Ignatius heard the butler now, his expression remained unchanged. The Old Master’s phone calls had become routine, nearly twice a day. By now, Bessie had indeed suffered enough. But every time Ignatius thought about the hideous whip scars on Delphine’s back, he couldn’t bring himself to forgive.

Even with the finest medicines, both internal and external treatments, and various methods of care, it would take months for her to heal. And the scabbing wounds—itchy and painful—caused restless nights. On her worst nights, she endured the agony curled up in a corner of her bed, sleepless till dawn.

Delphine never said anything, but Ignatius had seen it all with his own eyes.

And yet, Ignatius knew that if he kept Bessie confined much longer, even his Second Uncle and Aunt would likely return to intervene.

"Let her out. Tell her to clean herself up and come see me," Ignatius drawled lazily, the chill in his eyes flickering dangerously.

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