novelraw Chapter 352: Who Are You Pretending to be Pitiful for When Everyone is Asleep
Chapter 352: Who Are You Pretending to be Pitiful for When Everyone is Asleep
Leah talked for a while and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. Delphine left the ward, and sure enough, Griffith Squire was still squatting in a small corner outside the ward by the wall.
The man was holding a cigarette in one hand and flipping through reports with the other, fully focused on his work as he squatted. His handsome face became even more appealing with a hard-to-describe allure when he was serious, making the passing pretty nurses feel flustered, turning back every step they took.
Delphine walked over, kicked him lightly, rolled her eyes, and said coldly, "Everyone’s asleep, who are you pretending to pity?"
"Little Delphine, you’re so cruel, you almost broke my leg with that kick," Griffith Squire said, bending over, with a look of unbearable pain, as he straightened up like an old man, unsteadily trying to lean on Delphine.
Delphine had seen this act of his many times before, so she stepped aside and said, "Leah is in the hospital, are you going back home this year?"
"No, last time I went back to pay respects. We’ll wait until Leah gets better to discuss it,"
Griffith Squire’s eyes flickered; Ignatius Leclair had come to pass a message not long ago, saying that those in the Imperial City had noticed him, and since Leah was not well, they decided not to return.
Thinking of that immovable big Buddha in the Imperial City, Griffith Squire’s handsome face grew a bit darker. He had heard that his legs were paralyzed and that he had hypocritically stepped down, yet the Shaw Family in the Imperial City remained unshaken. He vowed to eventually overturn this and bring his little nephew back to be raised.
What he hadn’t expected was that not only he, but even Ignatius Leclair didn’t want the Shaw Family in the Imperial City to notice the siblings.
The man’s flirtatious eyes deepened, and he revealed a wicked smile at the corners of his mouth.
"What bad ideas are you cooking up again?" Delphine felt a bit uneasy at the sight of his smile.
Griffith Squire extended his long arm, pulling her into his embrace, squinting his eyes, and with a seductive look, said, "Thinking about when we will run away together."
Delphine was speechless, pushed him away, and before she could speak, caught a glimpse of the elevator at the end of the corridor.
A man was stepping out of the elevator, and upon seeing their intimate posture, paused his steps and stood still at a distance not too close or far away, his handsome face cold as ice.
Griffith Squire followed her gaze and saw Ignatius Leclair, immediately narrowing his flirtatious eyes and lazily smiled, "Well, if it isn’t Mr. Leclair, what brings you to the hospital?"
Ignatius Leclair walked over without sparing him a glance, looking at Delphine and said deeply, "The servants told me you came to the hospital. It’s Little New Year’s Eve today; Grandpa says the family should have a meal together."
Griffith Squire scoffed, crossing his arms, laughed and said, "As if you were one big happy family."
Ignatius Leclair snorted coldly, his narrow eyes gazing at Griffith Squire, filled with coldness. The two men had fought twice before, and the current sarcastic exchange was quite mild in comparison.
Delphine hesitated, since after that drunken incident, the two hadn’t spoken properly. The man’s face looked unpleasant, and she didn’t want to complicate matters, so she turned to Griffith Squire and softly said, "I’m heading back first. If anything happens with Leah, remember to give me a call. Also, today’s Little New Year’s Eve, don’t just eat out casually. Cook a few dishes yourself, and make some nourishing soup for Leah."
Griffith Squire was a great cook. Back in the Golden Triangle, Leah loved his cooking the most. It’s just that it’s rare for him to cook more than once or twice a year.
With every word Delphine said, Ignatius Leclair’s face grew darker.
Griffith Squire secretly delighted but showed no trace of it, scoffing, "Hurry home and eat your meal. We won’t starve in the hospital."
Delphine wanted to say more, but Ignatius Leclair already had a cold face, reached out, and pulled her away. His strides were hurried and large, his handsome and stern face devoid of any expression.