novelraw Chapter 513: That Moment Is Coming Soon
Chapter 513: That Moment Is Coming Soon
Ignatius Leclair sent Delphine Carter home and then made a trip to the hospital, not returning until late at night.
Bessie Leclair had tried to slit her wrists at the hospital but was discovered. Subsequently, the Leclair Family enforced a divorce, and Bessie’s parents took her to a botanical research center in South America to recover. Her return date was uncertain.
The next major event was Stone Leclair’s promotion to Imperial City. His appointment letter was soon to be issued to the South Seas division. Finnian brought the news and mentioned that, if arranged well, the timing would soon be optimal.
When Delphine received the news, her heart raced violently. She hadn’t expected Finnian to really accomplish such a feat. The "optimal timing" Finnian mentioned likely hinged on Stone Leclair’s promotion. Delphine felt a subtle sense of relief—lately, Ignatius Leclair had been becoming increasingly strange.
One night, she woke up in the middle of the night to find the man sitting at the edge of the bed, his deep, phoenix-like eyes fixed on her. She was so startled that she nearly screamed.
"Why are you sitting here in the middle of the night without sleeping?" she asked, her voice tinged with lingering fear.
The man curved his lips into a smile, kissed her forehead softly, and then left the room.
Delphine simply assumed he was struggling with insomnia again and didn’t give it much thought. However, waking up the next day, an unshakable sense that something was wrong lingered in her mind.
The one thing that remained constant was Ignatius Leclair’s increasingly overpowering desire to control her. Even going out for a simple walk required his accompaniment.
Despite her good nature, Delphine found it almost unbearable.
Learning of Finnian’s developments brought her an instant wave of relief.
While Delphine’s mood lifted, Ignatius Leclair’s hypnosis sessions reached a plateau. In earlier attempts, he had indeed recalled many fragments of his time with Delphine, but the memories abruptly hit a block.
"The only explanation is that the events following those memories are suppressed by your subconscious—perhaps you don’t want to remember them," said the elderly psychologist, Mr. Wen. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. The extraordinary self-control of this heir of the South Seas aristocratic family seemed to override even his hypnotic suggestions, leaving Mr. Wen mildly irked.
Although Ignatius Leclair seemed to develop a certain immunity to hypnosis, the dominating factor was his astonishingly strong self-control.
"Cases like this typically require either the original psychologist who initiated the hypnotherapy to implant suggestions, or a triggering event of sufficient specificity to unlock the memories," Mr. Wen explained.
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face darkened slightly. With Delphine nearing her due date, he had grown increasingly restless, as though something was slipping beyond his grasp.
He closed his eyes, trying to piece together the chaotic, fragmented remnants of his past. The real intersection of their lives had begun in the second year after she moved into the Leclair Estate.
The South Seas climate was sultry and rainy, especially during spring and summer, with frequent thunderstorms. In May, the Leclair Family had gone on a vacation to an island, leaving her alone at the estate.
Ignatius Leclair had never shown interest in such family outings and therefore stayed behind. That time, a typhoon happened to sweep through the region. He was working overtime but suddenly thought of the young girl left behind at home and, seemingly inexplicably, drove back to the Leclair Estate. By the time he arrived, the sky had already turned pitch black, heavy rain poured down relentlessly, and crimson lightning split the gloomy heavens.
Soaked through, he stepped into the Leclair Estate only to find the house had lost power.
Calling out yielded no response. The door to the small bedroom, a temporary conversion made from a storage room, was open, but the room was empty.
He rummaged for an emergency flashlight and began searching room by room. He finally found the trembling young girl huddled inside the cabinet beneath the kitchen counter.
"Delphine Carter?" That was the first time he had called her name, his voice familiar as though he had said it countless times before—low, cautious, with an almost imperceptible tenderness.