novelraw Chapter 274: What’s So Appealing About a Slick and Sleazy Pretty Boy?
Chapter 274: What’s So Appealing About a Slick and Sleazy Pretty Boy?
Melody Cloud smiled as she sized up Delphine, noticing that this illegitimate daughter with an unknown father showed no trace of petty-mindedness or meekness. No wonder the Wade Family suffered so much under her hand, uprooted entirely and forced to emigrate to Canada.
Melody Cloud prided herself on her alabaster skin, which, though not of the overtly enchanting type, made her a captivating presence in any crowd. Seeing Delphine now—beautiful, fair-skinned, and long-legged, without a hint of arrogance—she realized this was exactly the kind of woman men adored. A sudden sense of crisis surged within her.
No wonder Ignatius Leclair, a man generally indifferent to women, fell for her.
"Miss Gu, what are you chatting about that’s making you so happy?" Melody Cloud said with a smile, her voice melodious and sweet like the song of a golden oriole.
As Sylvester Cloud joined, the eyes of the elite young ladies lit up with excitement. On one side was the coldly handsome Crown Prince of the Leclair Family, and on the other, the graceful and charismatic heir of the Cloud Family—they wished they could marry both.
"We were just talking about your childhood with Ignatius," Sylvester said with a radiant smile, effortlessly sociable and charming. "Back then, you used to toddle after him all day with your little legs. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think he was your brother."
A faint blush appeared on Melody Cloud’s innocent face, and she said shyly, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about."
"I’m not making things up. Don’t forget that when you were eight and fell into the lake, it was Ignatius who rescued you. Ever since then, I, your actual brother, have been ranked behind Ignatius in your heart." Sylvester feigned pity, amusing the group of elite young ladies.
Delphine lowered her eyes, suddenly realizing there was still such a tale from the past. It gave her an unfamiliar sense of chill—those years, she too had felt like someone drowning, but all he did was look down on her struggles from above.
Ignatius Leclair’s phoenix-shaped eyes darkened, and the faint smile at the corners of his mouth gradually disappeared. Truth be told, Melody falling into the lake back then was because he’d pushed her in out of impatience. Later, when he rescued her, Melody fell ill for several months, and his mother punished him harshly for it, fostering closer ties with the Cloud Family.
Out of guilt, he’d always been slightly more tolerant toward Melody than others.
But these matters were never to be exposed in public.
"Miss Gu, I heard from Gia that you’re a celebrity. I’m planning to start my own interactive platform now that I’m back; maybe there’s even a chance for us to collaborate." Melody Cloud smiled charmingly, her demeanor somehow blending purity and allure.
As the words left her lips, the elite young ladies exchanged subtle looks with one another. In their circles, actors were seen as mere performers—hardly a profession worthy of respect. Among the silver-spooned heirs and heiresses, those with ambition either founded their own businesses or pursued careers in government or military service, expanding their realms of influence. The more indulgent types spent their days indulging in hedonism, throwing money around with reckless abandon. None of them would willingly choose to become an actor—the work was exhausting, and the industry’s reputation was far from pristine.
Noticing their reactions, Delphine remained unfazed, flashing a smile but staying silent.
Sylvester Cloud, in contrast, showed no judgment. His eyes lit up as he smiled gracefully and said, "If I want to pursue Miss Gu, it looks like I’ll be in for some competition—there’s no easy way to win against millions of fans."
Sylvester’s comment immediately dispelled the tension in the room. Delphine glanced at him in surprise, taking note of the affectionate charm in his expression and his charismatic aura. He possessed the unique allure of a debonair rogue, paired with wit and sensitivity. It was no wonder he was renowned as the "heartthrob of the South Seas." Among the elite heirs, he was undeniably exceptional.
Ignatius Leclair observed the scene with a displeased expression. To him, this smooth-talking playboy was utterly irritating—what could possibly be so appealing about him?