the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart
Chapter 94: Make up for the days you owe me, slowly repay them later.

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Make up for the days you owe me, slowly repay them later.

Delphine had been lying down these past few days, finding it increasingly uncomfortable as her wounds scabbed over, itchy and sore. The old doctor said once the scabs fall off and the skin regenerates, no scars will remain thanks to the premium imported medicine being used, but under no circumstances should the wounds be touched.

She could only lie prone on the bed, reading to distract herself.

Ignatius Leclair walked in to find her dressed in a plain white silk nightgown, her arms and elegant neck exposed, lying on her stomach reading a book. Her raven-black hair, smooth as satin, spread out on the pillow, making her look as beautiful as a jade carving.

It seemed she was feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as she kept shifting restlessly on the bed.

The man strode over with his long legs, lowered his handsome face, and somewhat restrainedly caressed her long hair, asking in a low voice, "Is the wound itching?"

Delphine’s body jolted, her movements instantly froze as if caught doing something wrong, and she mumbled indistinctly, "No."

Ignatius Leclair curled his lips and took the medicine from the medical kit, speaking softly, "Take off your clothes, I’ll apply the ointment for you."

The ointment prescribed by the old doctor had the effect of alleviating pain and itching. After application, it felt cool and soothing, but it wasn’t feasible for Delphine to have Sister Li help her apply it hourly. Thus, she endured it most of the time herself. When she saw Ignatius Leclair offering to apply it for her, she hesitated a bit.

Ever since she had been whipped by Stone Leclair, Ignatius Leclair’s attitude had become quite inscrutable. Delphine found it difficult to judge whether this change was good or bad. Over the years, Ignatius Leclair had become more and more unfathomable, hard to understand.

Delphine felt a bit apprehensive; she knew about men, and Ignatius Leclair had never allowed himself to feel wronged. But now, she was injured and in a healing phase. What if he succumbed to his desires?

As Delphine’s thoughts spiraled wildly, Ignatius Leclair narrowed his eyes and lifted the thin silk quilt.

To avoid touching the wounds, she was dressed very lightly; her plain pajamas revealed a pair of straight, slender beautiful legs, her skin as fair as snow. As the quilt was lifted, Ignatius Leclair caught the faint scent surrounding the woman and the icy lotus fragrance of the ointment.

Having abstained for quite a while, Ignatius Leclair’s eyes deepened several shades.

With some trepidation, Delphine removed her nightgown and lay on the bed, exposing her back.

The man gently took some ointment and carefully applied it to her back, little by little. Delphine wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but his touch felt different from Sister Li’s. As he applied the ointment, she felt weak all over, a fine layer of sweat breaking out, a faint blush appearing on her fair face.

"Does it still itch?" Ignatius Leclair, calm and composed, continued to apply the ointment, his voice low and tempting.

Delphine shook her head. The issue now wasn’t the itching of her wounds, but her body’s weakened state. The man’s breath was so close, the indescribable masculine aura surrounding her, leaving Delphine powerless on the bed.

After applying the ointment, Ignatius Leclair helped her change into another nightgown. Seeing her head bowed, he felt somewhat pleased, leaned down, hooked her chin, and said in a low, sensual voice, "Rest well. What you owe me these days can be repaid later."

His voice was slow and drawn-out, carrying an unspeakable suggestion.

Delphine’s gaze shifted, she looked up at his handsome and noble face, and after a long time, said quietly, "I’ve been staying in your room this whole time. Can we still keep this a secret?"

Even though none of the masters of the Leclair Family had appeared, both Sister Li and the old butler knew she was staying in Ignatius Leclair’s room. This wasn’t a seaside villa but the Leclair Mansion. The matter between her and Ignatius Leclair was likely impossible to conceal.

The thing Ignatius Leclair had been most unwilling to admit over the years was precisely someone like her becoming associated with him, ruining his good reputation, wasn’t it?

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