novelraw Chapter 295: If Delphine Carter whispers in his ear, her life will definitely not be easy from now on.
Chapter 295: If Delphine Carter whispers in his ear, her life will definitely not be easy from now on.
Mrs. Carter finally realized that the secret she had been trying to keep was exposed on the very day she became Mrs. Leclair.
"I’ll kill you, you wretched woman." Stone Leclair, feeling utterly humiliated, furiously stormed off to grab a whip.
The parlor fell into complete chaos in an instant.
Ignatius Leclair seized Delphine forcefully and led her upstairs, far away from the turmoil.
Delphine felt numb, her body devoid of strength, as though walking on cotton. Half-supported by Ignatius, she went upstairs. When the man carried her to the bed, she finally snapped back to reality and slapped his handsome, breathtaking face.
"Why did you do this?" Her voice was choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes. Her chest throbbed with a pain as if it were being torn apart.
She truly had nothing left now.
Lowering himself to half-kneel on the wool carpet, the man gazed deeply into her pale, tear-streaked face, his voice filled with restrained emotion as he rasped, "Delphine Carter, by doing this, no one will ever be able to use Beatrice Carter and her child’s lives to threaten you again."
Ignatius reached out, his coarse palm wiping away the tears on her delicate face, and said in his husky tone, "If it hurts, you can blame it all on me. I’ll make up for it, bit by bit, in the future."
If Beatrice Carter hadn’t married Stone Leclair, their mother-daughter tie might not have been severed. But since Stone had clearly intended to use Delphine, Ignatius had no choice but to act first, removing her from the equation. Otherwise, Delphine would only end up as a pawn in the family’s power struggles in Nanyang.
As for Beatrice, that woman was not fit to be her mother to begin with.
Ignatius’s dark, phoenix-like eyes seemed bottomless, like a frigid, ancient abyss. He stood up, encircling her slender, fragile waist, and restrainedly kissed away her falling tears.
Delphine struggled fiercely, but the man’s muscular frame was unyielding. He kissed her deeply and murmured in his low voice, "Little Delphine, from now on, you still have me."
His kiss was burning, yet unusually tender and meticulous. Delphine, kissed to the point of losing her ability to think or resist, felt her mind go blank for a moment.
All these years, she’d always known her bond with her mother was weak, but she hadn’t realized it was so fragile and easily shattered. Rather than hating Ignatius for being ruthless, she felt that this day was bound to come; she was always the abandoned child.
No one cared about her. No one loved her. She had come into this world alone, endured unspeakable suffering, and would eventually leave it alone.
Delphine closed her eyes, her face devoid of color.
Ignatius could feel her resistance weakening more and more. His gaze deepened, a fleeting flash of tenderness in his phoenix eyes quickly replaced by icy determination. Only by doing this could she belong wholly to him.
The drama at the Leclair estate slowly subsided by midnight.
Bessie Leclair, who had spent the entire evening watching in a state of dread, returned to her room, pacing around like a headless fly. Her eldest brother truly had feelings for Delphine Carter. If Delphine whispered sweet words into his ear, Bessie’s future was doomed.
Terrified and anxious, Bessie hurriedly called Melody Cloud.
"Melody, you have to help me," she stammered through her sobs. "My brother’s completely lost it this time. I think he’s fallen for that Fox Spirit, Delphine Carter."
A few days ago, Melody had fallen into the water and was just starting to recover. Hearing this, her previously innocent and lovely expression changed, and she asked, "How could this happen? Didn’t your uncle plan to adopt her as his goddaughter? How could siblings end up like this?"