novelraw Chapter 310 A hot, wet kiss landed on the forehead
Chapter 310 A hot, wet kiss landed on the forehead
The small disturbance at Ignatius Leclair’s birthday banquet was silently suppressed under his control, hardly causing a ripple.
"You saw it yourself—whenever Delphine shows up, my brother acts like he’s possessed, with his whole heart and eyes consumed by that baggage of hers." In the side hall, Bessie Leclair vented her anger after the crowd dispersed, breaking even her freshly painted nails.
Melody Cloud’s expression was no better; Ignatius Leclair had an even greater aversion to physical closeness than she had imagined.
When she had first returned to Nanyang, he had treated her warmly, yet after a single trip to the film set, everything changed.
"Melody, what do you think we should do?" She absolutely could not bear to let that baggage climb above her.
Melody leaned against the sofa, propping her faintly aching right hand on a cushion. With a thoughtful look, she said, "Our previous plans won’t work. If you want a man to abandon a woman quickly, there’s only one way—she needs to cheat."
"Is Reginald bragging about how he’s going to marry Delphine?"
Bessie’s expression turned slightly sour. Her red lips trembled as she stubbornly refused to admit it. Upon hearing this, she outright rejected, "No way! Jocelyn mustn’t meet Delphine. If they do, they might elope."
"It’d be better if they elope." A glimmer flashed in Melody’s eyes, and she offered a faintly cold smile. "Bessie, Reginald’s current coldness toward you is simply because he’s gaining control of the Yeager Family and no longer needs you. If he’s completely ruined and dependent, *then* you’ll truly have a chance."
"No, my brother would kill him!" Bessie’s gaze flitted away as she quickly shook her head. If the two truly ran off, she’d suffer a major loss. If their elopement failed and they were caught, Ignatius would certainly break Reginald’s legs. No, absolutely not.
Melody’s attention shifted as Sylvester Cloud rushed in. Rising gracefully to her full height, she remarked lightly, "Anyway, he doesn’t belong to you now. You can’t catch the wolf without sacrificing the lamb. Ponder it carefully."
With that, Melody turned toward Sylvester and complained coquettishly, "Why did you only just arrive? I’m practically bleeding out."
Sylvester’s gaze roved around the side hall. Not seeing Delphine, he grew curious, flashed a debonair smile, and said, "My dear sister, I just turned down a dozen beauties so I could rush over to take you to the hospital. Besides, Ignatius told me that this was just a minor injury, so don’t try to fool me."
"Hmph, you men—the lot of you are blinded by beauty." Melody sneered coldly before urging Sylvester to take her to the hospital.
Madam Carter’s birthday banquet proceeded smoothly. With the Cloud siblings heading to the hospital, only elderly uncles and silenced younger guests remained.
Seeing that no further drama would unfold, Ignatius lost interest in overseeing everything and returned to the penthouse.
The man pushed open the door to the small loft and found Delphine curled up and sleeping on the tatami mat. Her head was buried in the quilt; her slender figure made the bed rise into a small hump.
Ignatius’s gaze softened slightly. His tall and upright frame bent down as he scooped her up and carried her wordlessly into his bedroom.
Delphine’s light sleep meant she soon woke from the movement.
"Eat something first before sleeping again. Your stomach is already troubling you; you shouldn’t keep neglecting it." Seeing her awake, Ignatius simply pressed the intercom and instructed the servants to bring medicinal cuisine.
Delphine sat up and murmured softly, "Has the banquet ended? I want to go check on Little Zhen."
Before her words settled, the man’s handsome face had already lowered, his warm and strong hand pressing onto her slender waist, while a wet and tender kiss lightly landed on her forehead.