novelraw Chapter 311: Are You Very Afraid of Being Alone with Me in a Room?
Chapter 311: Are You Very Afraid of Being Alone with Me in a Room?
Delphine’s body stiffened slightly as the man’s moist and warm kiss descended from her forehead to her pale, thin lips, lingering in a restrained deep kiss.
She closed her eyes, her curled lashes trembling faintly. Her fingers gripped the brocade quilt beneath her, and with slight force, she pushed him away.
The man’s breath was heavy. He held her slender waist firmly, refusing to let go, and said in a low voice, "Isaac has many people taking care of him."
Griffith Squire challenged her arrogantly, ignoring everyone else. Someone schemed against her right under his nose. She, pale-faced, defended Leah, and the man saw it all, his heart a mix of shock and anger.
She didn’t trust him; the only ones she cared about were the Squire siblings. Her attitude toward him had always been indifferent, even colder than how she treated Reginald Yeager.
The more he dwelled on it, the darker his eyes grew, a deep ink-colored abyss filling his gaze.
The bedroom was silent, as the winter night wind howled through the window frames, leaving desolate whimpers behind.
She looked up quietly at the distinguished, handsome heir before her; a fleeting urge surged to trace the outline of his striking brows and the enigmatic depth of his phoenix-like eyes. Her fingertips paused mid-air before silently pulling back.
"Grandfather sympathized with my plight and allowed me to stay temporarily. If he were to find out about us, he’d fly into a rage. Moving forward, we should keep our distance," she said, her thin lips slightly moving, her voice calm like a still lake.
Ignatius Leclair’s phoenix-shaped eyes darkened further. The matter between him and Delphine had been ordered to remain a strict secret, forbidden to be revealed to the old man. But paper cannot hide fire; sooner or later, the elder would find out.
"You want to leave?" The man inexplicably pursed his thin lips, his expression growing cold and restrained.
Delphine’s body tensed slightly, remaining silent.
Seeing this, Ignatius Leclair quietly widened the distance between them and changed the topic, saying, "No matter what, let’s wait until the New Year has passed before discussing it. Rest assured, I won’t force you anymore.
Once you’ve recovered, I won’t hold onto you against your will. Everything I’m doing now—you can simply think of it as compensation."
After finishing his words, Ignatius Leclair’s phoenix-shaped eyes were deep as the ocean.
The steward brought the medicinal meal, knocking lightly on the door.
Ignatius Leclair spoke in a low voice, "Eat dinner and then get some rest. You can sleep here; I’ll stay in the study."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left.
Delphine stared at his retreating figure with a faint sense of daze. After a long while, she finally got up and ate some of the medicinal meal before going downstairs to check on Isaac.
The young boy had attended an evening banquet, and still brimming with excitement, he made a ruckus until late before falling asleep.
Delphine waited until he was asleep before returning to her small attic room.
The night’s sleep was deeply unsettled, as though something were pressing down on her. Yet, there were no nightmares.
In the morning, Kyla Zamora’s call came through.
"Delphine, don’t forget about tomorrow night’s charity banquet."
Lately, the South Seas had been rife with turmoil. Kyla Zamora hadn’t dared to call until the charity banquet was imminent, and now she finally reminded her.
Only then did Delphine recall the successive incidents at Leclair Manor, which had left her neglecting work matters for quite some time.
"The Z-hosted charity banquet invites top-tier celebrities from the Entertainment Sector every year. Without being a first-tier, high-profile star, you wouldn’t even get an invitation. Delphine, you absolutely must attend this banquet."
Every disappearance spans several months—even the most popular figures can’t endure such absences.
"Still, it’d be best to bring a few more bodyguards this time. Make sure nothing like last time happens again," Kyla Zamora muttered.
It was precisely because of the previous incident that, shortly after, the renowned Wade Family in the South Seas suddenly crumbled and was expelled from the ranks.
Whenever Kyla Zamora thought of it, she still felt uneasy, suspecting a connection between the two events, though she could hardly bring herself to believe it.