novelraw Chapter 477 A cold and heartless man, once he falls in love, becomes more infatuated than anyone else
Chapter 477 A cold and heartless man, once he falls in love, becomes more infatuated than anyone else
Jocelyn Yeager’s words were venomous to the extreme, his vivid analogy striking straight to the heart of the matter—Ignatius Leclair’s intentions towards Delphine were nothing more than training a pet, forcing her into submission, making her unable to live without him. Additionally, he maliciously placed the blame for Griffith Squire’s disappearance squarely on Ignatius Leclair.
After all, Griffith Squire was no ordinary figure; the number of people capable of affecting him could be counted on one hand.
Delphine’s face turned pale. She wasn’t naive—she had long sensed Ignatius Leclair’s silent and all-encompassing control over every aspect of her life. Yet she refused to believe that Griffith Squire’s disappearance had anything to do with him. If it truly were the case, then that man was terrifying to the extreme.
Instinctively, she placed a hand on her abdomen, trembling for a brief moment. If the child were born and had such a father, he would inevitably become a second Ignatius Leclair. She couldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
Jocelyn Yeager noticed her subtle, unintentional movement and his expression shifted slightly. A flash of deep contemplation appeared in his eyes—was Delphine pregnant? His face darkened, his fingers clenching tightly. Would all the good fortunes in this world end up going to Ignatius Leclair?
"I need to go back." Delphine lifted her eyes to look at him, and after a long pause, she spoke quietly, "If you truly can’t make it work with Bessie Leclair, then let each other go. Why torment one another?"
Jocelyn Yeager’s smile remained unchanged. He dodged the topic of his relationship with Bessie Leclair, replying blandly, "I’ll drive you back, so I can be at ease."
Delphine got into the car but sat in a daze without saying a word. Mrs. Lee observed her and felt a pang of compassion, her tone gentle and affectionate as she said, "Miss Delphine, I have watched Mr. Leclair grow up since he was a child. He may be cold, but when he truly holds someone in his heart, he’ll treat them well for a lifetime, just as he did with his mother."
That kind of cold and indifferent man, once he falls in love, is more devoted than anyone else.
Delphine spoke softly, "Was he this obsessive since childhood?"
Mrs. Lee was startled and replied, "I wouldn’t say obsessive. He’s just single-minded."
Delphine let out a sneering laugh. He’s nothing but a paranoid, pretending he doesn’t have problems.
*
The dimly lit suite was quiet. A cold and handsome man sat in a relaxed and elegant posture on the sofa, his dark phoenix eyes slightly downcast. Occasionally, when his gaze swept past, the young female psychologist’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
"Mr. Leclair hasn’t seemed to be in a good mood lately," Sharn Joe remarked. Watching the man’s thin lips press unconsciously downward, she could tell that his mood was not only volatile but also unpredictable.
Ignatius Leclair noticed that she finally said something useful. His eyes narrowed as he replied indifferently, "When you can’t sleep at night, your temper naturally won’t improve."
On sleepless nights, he would turn on the surveillance feed and watch the house nestled within winding paths and secluded spaces. He wasn’t even sure what he feared—was it losing Delphine? He simply knew that his unease revolved around her. Yet it wasn’t just that. Every one of Delphine’s actions was under his watchful gaze. With the Squire siblings gone, even if Reginald Yeager was unwilling to give up, he wouldn’t be able to stir up much trouble. No matter what, she couldn’t escape his grasp. Still, the unease persisted.
It felt as if a terrifying enemy was still lurking in the shadows.
"Mr. Leclair, do you have any fears—things or people that make you feel unsettled?" This was a typical, ordinary inquiry during a consultation. However, given the identity of the Crown Prince of Nanyang, any question touched upon his privacy and could lead to unpredictable consequences. Sharn Joe felt a mixture of quiet excitement and subtle fear.
Ignatius Leclair let out a cold snort and, already impatient, stood up. He said indifferently, "Miss Joe, please leave. When I need you again, I will summon you."
The session had reached its end, but he was disappointed—the woman lacked the ability to cure his persistent headaches.