novelraw Chapter 424: A Man of High Position and Great Power Pretends to be a Gentle and Taciturn Big Wolfhound
Chapter 424: A Man of High Position and Great Power Pretends to be a Gentle and Taciturn Big Wolfhound
Ignatius Leclair’s phoenix eyes were deep and brooding as he fixed his gaze on her. He wanted to ask himself, despite driving her away five years ago, why was it that her mere return now seemed to enchant him, forcing him to keep her close?
This was a question he couldn’t figure out, so he chose not to delve into it further. For the Crown Prince of Nanyang, his actions could be driven purely by preference, without needing to trace their origins.
In a low voice, the man said, "You can leave too. Once you step out of this door, no one will give you answers to your questions."
Delphine let out a cold laugh, about to rise to her feet, but the man had already reached out to embrace her. His voice raspy, he murmured, "I haven’t slept in two days. I just want to sleep well for once. Once I wake up, I’ll tell you everything."
The man’s phoenix-like eyes were bloodshot. In the past two days, upon returning to his empty bedroom, her belongings were still there, her scent still lingered in the air, yet sleep evaded him. His closed eyes were plagued by hazy and unclear dreams, and awakening brought nothing but cold solitude.
This was the first time Delphine had heard him speak in such a vulnerable tone and couldn’t help but freeze in shock.
Just as promised, Ignatius Leclair held her properly, securing her in his arms, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
Delphine listened to the sound of his breathing and heartbeat, her body gradually relaxing as well. Lately, one thing after another had weighed her down, leaving her exhausted beyond measure. She dared not relax, fearing that once she did, everything would collapse.
Held tightly in his embrace, Delphine didn’t dare move, and before long, her eyelids grew heavy.
*
At the mall, Shaw had gone off to pay compensation money and hadn’t returned.
Casimir Shaw rubbed his flat little belly pitifully and said, "Mommy, I’m hungry."
Leah was a bit hungry too. Seeing that the man hadn’t come back, she finally grasped why two grown men couldn’t even handle one child—such unreliability.
The unreliable Shaw was currently in a corner secretly biting his fingernail. The Major General wouldn’t let him go forward—what could he do? He was desperate too!
"Let’s not wait anymore, let’s go eat," Leah decided.
"Mhm, mhm, food, baby’s hungry," Casimir Shaw began to act cute and innocent, "Mommy, let’s go home and cook!"
Leah’s body stiffened for a moment before hesitatingly saying, "Go home... and cook?"
"Uncle Shaw said kids shouldn’t eat out too much—it’ll stunt their growth." Casimir Shaw gestured to his own height and hung off Leah’s arm like a little tail. Brightly, he said, "Uncle Shaw can cook, Mommy. Let Uncle Shaw cook for us."
Having located Mommy’s residence, Uncle Shaw and he could linger there strategically from now on. Yes, that was the plan.
Leah met the small boy’s hopeful gaze, then glanced at the silently stoic, almost wooden man beside her. Overwhelmed by motherly affection, she nodded reluctantly. There was no way she could bring these two to Squire Manor—if Griffith Squire found out, he’d think they were Leah’s secret lover and illegitimate child... it would be disastrous.
Fortunately, Leah owned her own little house—a standalone cottage she rarely stayed at. It would be perfect for settling this father and son duo.
"But there’s nothing at home..." she muttered.
"Let’s go to the supermarket to buy things! Mommy, you’re so silly," Casimir Shaw said with a mischievous grin. Seeing the man’s dangerous and displeased expression, he instantly turned pitiful, his big, dark eyes brimming with tears.
Leah’s heart ached and she grew indignant. She clumsily attempted to comfort Casimir Shaw while glaring at the man who stood like a wooden post. "Mr. Shaw, a child’s heart is very fragile—how could you be so harsh with him? You need to communicate with him properly. Stop scaring him with that perpetually dark expression!"
The man fell into an eerie silence after being scolded. This former high-ranking and commanding figure carefully hid his metaphorical wolf’s head, curled up his tail, and transformed into a docile, silent, and obedient big wolfhound.