novelraw Chapter 382: Wearing such a dress out, Ignatius Leclair might just flip out on the spot.
Chapter 382: Wearing such a dress out, Ignatius Leclair might just flip out on the spot.
The person beside Sylvester was indeed Miss Carter. Miss Carter was being held by him, her face pale, eyes darting nervously, and she hurriedly wrestled free, attempting to leave.
Sylvester followed closely behind, his expression stern.
This scene did not escape Sylvester’s nephew, who exclaimed in shock, "My second uncle has been living like a monk for years, and the number of women chasing him is endless. He even purposely grew a beard and dresses like a scruffy old man. Delphine, was that your aunt just now?"
Delphine nodded slightly, her expression unclear. Naturally, she didn’t believe Sylvester was merely pestering Miss Carter. Miss Carter’s expression was as if she’d seen a ghost; there must be some hidden connection between them.
"This won’t do. I need to check it out." Sylvester’s nephew appeared worried. His second uncle hadn’t returned to Nanyang for years, his personality free-spirited and unrestrained, distinct from folks in Nanyang. Beatrice was Stone Leclair’s wife, and if any scandalous rumor were to arise, it would be disastrous.
Delphine put down her champagne and prepared to chase after them. The moment she took a step, her path was abruptly blocked. The person moving swiftly toward her bumped into her head-on, and the inertia sent the red wine in their hand spilling onto her.
Delphine’s face shifted slightly as she stepped quickly aside. However, the other party was clearly intentional; the wine still managed to splash onto her dress, leaving unsightly stains scattered across it.
"I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to," apologized the woman who collided with her, dressed in a light yellow cocktail dress. Delphine glanced briefly at her face, and before she could react, the woman hurriedly darted away in panic.
Expressionless, Delphine stared at her ruined dress, aware of the attention she was drawing. She bit her delicate lips.
An attendant quickly approached, offering an apologetic smile. "Miss, we have spare dresses available in the lounge room. May I ask what size you wear? I’ll check if we have a suitable one, or I can purchase one from the mall downstairs for you."
Delphine’s brows furrowed slightly as her gaze moved across the surrounding crowd. She eventually nodded and replied, "Thank you for your trouble."
She followed the female attendant into the lounge room located on the right side of the reception area.
The short-haired woman who previously spilled wine on Delphine, now hiding behind a group of bridesmaids, waited until Delphine entered the lounge room. Only then did she emerge, walking up to Melody and smugly announcing, "Sister Melody, she’s taken the bait and is already in the lounge room."
Melody gave a composed smile, nodding approvingly at her. Her slender and delicate fingers lightly grazed her full red lips as she squinted with amusement. "No woman would choose to remain in a soiled dress at a banquet. Go back now; don’t let her catch on."
The short-haired woman pouted in displeasure but reluctantly left when she saw Melody’s smile gradually fade.
Melody stood up. Today, all the bridesmaids wore identical long pink dresses, yet Delphine had deliberately picked a nude pink dress instead. Elegantly pure, she overshadowed them all, robbing their faces of any charm.
With a cold laugh, Melody thought to herself: Does Delphine think tonight’s drama ends after the dinner banquet? From the moment she entered the hotel, this act wouldn’t stop until she was utterly discredited and driven out of Nanyang.
Inside the lounge room, Delphine found a wardrobe filled with spare dresses in various sizes. Among them, the only one that matched her size was an outfit so revealing it bordered on scandalous—a deep V gown.
Her brows furrowed lightly. If she were to wear such a dress, let alone anything else, Ignatius Leclair seeing her would undoubtedly cause an immediate commotion.