the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

Chapter 534 Benjamin Leclair, This is the Last Lollipop



Chapter 534 Benjamin Leclair, This is the Last Lollipop

Benjamin slept soundly at the Howard Family estate for the night, but the next morning, upon waking, something felt amiss. His beautiful mommy was gone, and even his constant companion, Big Brother, had vanished. The realization hit him hard, and his cries shook the heavens.

The soft little bundle cried until his entire self wilted, throwing the entire Howard Family into panic.

The old matriarch, completely at a loss, looked at the stunned Ignatius Leclair and directly shoved the small child into his arms, saying, "Your child, you take care of comforting him."

This was the first time in Benjamin’s two months of life that Ignatius Leclair had ever held him.

The tiny bundle, wrinkled from crying, sobbed and hiccupped until tears soaked his pink bib.

Something inexplicable flickered inside the man’s heart. His hands stiffly held Benjamin, who squirmed his little body uncomfortably. Ignatius’s complexion turned pale with fear—not daring to grip him too tightly, nor loosen his hold—and he could only cradle the little one awkwardly.

Benjamin had almost exhausted himself crying, but upon seeing his daddy’s cold, rigid face, he immediately burst into tears again.

"From today onward, you either find Benjamin a mother or take care of him yourself." The old matriarch suppressed her urge to demand Benjamin back. She intended for the little one to cling to his father every day—perhaps this grandson would develop a bit more humanity. But poor Benjamin had been doomed from birth to lack a mother’s tender care. Truly a tragic fate.

Ignatius Leclair, now reluctantly stepping into the role of a novice father, was berated harshly by the old matriarch until he barely managed to calm Benjamin’s cries.

After drinking his milk, Benjamin settled down and stopped fussing.

Arthur White, seeing that Major Leclair finally had a moment to spare, stepped forward and spoke softly, "Early this morning, Miss Delphine left the Imperial City with Big Brother. Their whereabouts are unknown."

Ignatius froze momentarily, before coldly acknowledging with a brief nod.

Her health wasn’t good, and such urgency in leaving was simply because she did not trust him—afraid he might try to take Big Brother away.

The man lowered his gaze, his handsome features flashing with a hint of loneliness. As he looked at the peacefully sleeping little bundle in his arms, he realized that from now on, it would just be the two of them.

"Transfer ten million every year to Delphine Carter’s account as child support," he ordered in a low voice.

Three years later, in the Imperial City

"Benjamin Leclair, this is the last lollipop—you can’t have any more."

The man’s handsome face revealed a trace of displeasure, his deep and sultry voice carrying a hint that made even the young socialite sitting across from him blush furiously, inwardly screaming. What could they do with such uncontrollable desire?

No wonder the socialites in the Imperial City had gone mad over the past three years. Among the top-ranking noble families, Major General Shaw had tragically been left paralyzed, hidden away from the public for years. The Howard Family’s eldest grandson was a Demon King Hun—impossible to provoke. The Lewis Family’s gentlemanly jade-like heir had long been taken off the market.

But the sophisticated matriarch of the Howard Family had already planted her banner in the socialite circles: she was searching for a wife for her grandson. The Howard Family’s grandson? While there was some distance in the relation, connecting oneself to the prestigious Howard Family was still a coup. And when this grandson’s identity and background emerged, the socialite circles were left in shock.

A grandson? This was undeniably the heir of a prestigious South Asian family empire, whose net worth was astronomical—rivalling even that of Imperial City’s noble families. When the Howard Family’s grandson began his first matchmaking session, the socialite circles erupted in screams.

No exaggeration at all—it was a breathtakingly handsome sight. Rumor had it that he had lived in the United Kingdom for years and kept an extraordinarily low profile, with very few people in the Imperial City knowing of him. If there was one notable flaw, it was that he brought along a child. Fortunately, the child was a girl, sparing any future inheritance disputes.

Thus, for three years, socialites from not only the Imperial City but also neighboring areas flocked to him endlessly, only to face crushing defeats.


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