novelraw Chapter 486: He still likes women like Delphine Carter who are indifferent and aloof, inexplicably fond
Chapter 486: He still likes women like Delphine Carter who are indifferent and aloof, inexplicably fond
Ignatius Leclair glanced at the uninvited young female psychologist standing outside the door, his sharp brows furrowing slightly as he said indifferently, "How did Miss Joe manage to find her way here?"
"I asked Mr. Maximilian," Sharn Joe replied. Today, she was dressed in an overtly feminine style: a pale yellow dress paired with a white blazer, projecting a warmth tinged with an air of businesslike competence.
Sharn’s heartbeat quickened. The man had evidently just showered—his damp hair a testament to the fact. The long gray bathrobe, despite its conservative length, exposed his seductive collarbone. His refined features carried a calm yet strikingly handsome allure, and his entire presence exuded the elegance and sophistication only cultivated within a noble family.
The female psychologist tightened her grip discreetly and said, "I sincerely apologize for the rumors. If they’ve caused you any trouble, I promise I won’t appear before you again in the future."
"Come in." Ignatius had initially intended to send her away, but as the words reached his lips, he abruptly changed his mind and invited her inside.
Sharn felt both surprised and gratified as she stepped into a mansion so luxurious that money alone could never buy it.
Ignatius went to change into home attire. When he returned, his expression carried a brooding chill. He spoke coldly, "Since you’re here, you might as well treat me again."
Sharn smiled inwardly and quickly nodded, her voice soft as she said, "Alright."
The so-called treatment involved Ignatius attempting to sleep while Sharn massaged his pressure points to relieve fatigue. This time, the session lasted fifteen minutes, five minutes longer than the previous attempt, but the man still forced himself to wake prematurely from deep slumber.
"Massaging pressure points might alleviate exhaustion, but it treats the symptoms, not the root cause," Sharn ventured cautiously, gathering courage as she spoke. "If you genuinely want to cure your insomnia, you’ll need to identify the underlying issue."
Ignatius’s insomnia couldn’t possibly stem from something mundane, fueling the young psychologist’s quiet sense of triumph and budding confidence. If he grew reliant on her massage techniques and, in turn, shared the hidden source of his sleepless nights, their relationship might develop into something profoundly intimate.
Ignatius squinted slightly. His deep, ocean-like eyes locked onto Sharn for a long moment before he spoke with cool detachment: "It’s time for you to leave, Miss Joe. Remember, when you go, take the path through the garden to the right."
Sharn’s emotions churned in a subtle panic, but she nodded meekly and rose to leave. Following his instructions, she walked out through the garden path on the right.
Ignatius stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching her departure. His refined features turned cold as he dialed Maximilian’s number and said, "Don’t let Miss Joe appear before me again in the future."
It was just two sessions of pressure point massage, and already, her eyes betrayed her desire. A woman too calculating, too purposeful, was anything but endearing.
Lowering his gaze, Ignatius found himself drawn inexplicably to Delphine Carter—a woman so reserved, so indifferent to desire, that her stoic detachment held an inexplicable charm.
Sharn followed the garden’s gravel path until, in the distance, she spotted Delphine Carter seated on a wooden bench within the garden. In the transition from late spring to early summer, Delphine wore only a loose gray maxi dress layered under a long-knit cardigan of the same tone. Her tall stature was further accentuated by the flowing lines of her outfit, which elongated her proportions gracefully. The soft, muted gray—a color that could easily age someone—contrasted her youth, highlighting her exquisitely cold features. The faint melancholy cloaking her whispers of unwavering detachment; an attraction so understated, it was almost magnetic.
Sharn halted and bit her lip before walking forward. As a woman who had captivated the envy of women throughout South Nanyang at such a young age, Sharn knew well of Delphine’s numerous accomplishments: the youngest international Actress award-winner, the only girlfriend South Nanyang’s Crown Prince had publicly acknowledged, and the Cloud Family’s second daughter once abandoned but later reclaimed. Over the past year, Delphine’s radiance had eclipsed every woman in South Nanyang.