novelraw Chapter 478: She Smelled a Woman’s Perfume on Ignatius Leclair
Chapter 478: She Smelled a Woman’s Perfume on Ignatius Leclair
Sharn Joe’s expression changed. She stood up, suppressing the panic inside, and said softly, "Mr. Leclair, can you give me another five minutes? Although it can’t fundamentally cure the symptoms of insomnia, it can alleviate headaches. You seem to be at a breaking point."
Ignatius Leclair glanced sideways but said nothing, and Sharn immediately knew she still had a chance.
"I have an ancestral acupressure technique, combined with music, that can help you enter a deep sleep. It’s just that the duration varies from person to person." Sharn pointed to a sofa chair and smiled.
Sleep, that’s what Ignatius Leclair needed most right now.
The man remained silent, then nodded and said indifferently, "You have one last chance."
Sharn knelt on one side, trying hard to control the trembling of her fingertips, and focused on performing the acupressure.
Ignatius Leclair closed his eyes and lay on the sofa chair. His handsome brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was cold and stern, with a hint of sinister charm. His features were strikingly handsome, making one’s heart palpitate.
Sharn used all her expertise, pressing her fingertips slowly and with pressure on his facial acupoints. Soon, the man’s facial expression gradually relaxed, and he slowly entered a deep sleep.
Sharn was delighted and suddenly very grateful she had learned this acupressure technique for therapy. Although Ignatius slept, she dared not relax in the slightest, continuing to press the acupoints.
About five minutes later, the man suddenly opened his deep, phoenix eyes and grasped her wrist, saying heavily, "Miss Joe, you can go back."
Sharn’s wrist was painfully grasped, and she didn’t dare make a sound, secretly shocked. Promised five minutes, not a second more or less, this man had sunk into such a deep sleep that even his subconscious self-control ability was terrifyingly strong.
"Then I’ll head back first. If Mr. Leclair needs anything, just have someone notify me," Sharn said softly, lowering her eyes before quietly leaving.
Maximilian had been waiting outside the door and only came in after seeing the young, attractive female psychologist leave.
"Did Delphine go back?" Ignatius Leclair had slept for five minutes, and indeed his headache was much relieved, his mood also stabilized.
"Mrs. Li said she just returned. But today, Delphine met the fourth Miss at the hospital. The fourth Miss seems to be too close with someone. The Yeager Family is making a fuss, claiming the child isn’t Jocelyn Yeager’s," Maximilian said.
Ignatius Leclair sneered. Of course, the child wasn’t Jocelyn Yeager’s. Bessie Leclair hadn’t given birth when she got married. The green hat on Jocelyn Yeager was indeed firmly in place.
Trying to use the Leclair Family’s influence for personal gain inevitably came with a price. Even if Bessie Leclair had an affair, Jocelyn Yeager could only swallow the loss alone.
"The old man is furious, and the fourth Miss is making a scene about getting a divorce. They’re at the hospital fighting like chickens," Maximilian said, having held back the news. Although Leclair could control his emotions in front of Miss Delphine, he was more irritable in private. Reluctant as he was to visit a psychologist, even if the sky fell, Maximilian would feign ignorance.
Ignatius Leclair sneered again and coolly said, "Let Grandpa go home, and if Bessie wants to make a scene about a divorce, let her make a scene."
Having said that, the man got up and went to the house in Northern Town.
Delphine had a prenatal check-up all day, exhausted. After coming back, she continued to sleep but was awakened by the man’s kiss in a daze. The man leaned over, kissing her with great restraint. Delphine woke up and pushed him away, about to speak, when she suddenly smelled an unfamiliar perfume on him.