novelraw Chapter 563: A Perfect Mask Cracked Open a Fissure
Chapter 563: A Perfect Mask Cracked Open a Fissure
"Don’t kill him." The man’s stern face was hidden in the night, and he gave a heavy command.
Yeats Howard opened his mouth. His uncle was so ruthless; he thought just a couple of kicks would suffice. Well, being the Demon King Hun, he’d better let it go.
"Get out." Ignatius Leclair gave Yeats Howard a cold glance.
Yeats Howard immediately obediently left the courtyard, looked at Delphine who was frightened pale by his uncle, and sheepishly smiled, "Uncle, you scared the girl."
Maximilian had someone tie up Mr. Zhao, who didn’t know what was good for him, and quickly dragged Yeats away.
In the large courtyard, only the two of them remained.
Ignatius saw her body stiffen, not daring to move. Her beautiful big eyes were filled with undisguised fear. They were so close that he could smell the long-missed faint fragrance, the touch of softness in his palm, unlike the coldness of the night.
At the moment she rushed over from the darkness, he heard his own heartbeat, rapid yet slow. Even a momentary anomaly caused a slight crack in his perfect facade.
The man lowered his eyes, deep and ink-like, and his thin lips quietly uttered two words: "Lead the way."
Delphine trembled, her eyes nearly tearing up from fear. She knew he wanted to see Benjamin, and perhaps even Nicholas.
She didn’t move, not knowing what to do, and the man didn’t urge her. He watched her calmly, his warm hand resting on her slender waist, not withdrawing.
The man reached out to hold her wrist, wanting to check the bruising on her elbow.
Delphine suddenly shivered, took a step back, exited the man’s range, and turned to walk toward the house on the west side. As she left, she picked up the overturned wooden basin and the clothes on the ground by the pool.
She lowered her eyes, quickly wiped the corners, and then entered the house.
The lights inside the house had been on the entire time. For Ignatius, it was the first time entering such a shabby and narrow space. Although the curtains and furniture were all replaced with new ones, from the extent of the wall paint and the oldness of the house, this was undoubtedly an old, very old house.
The man pushed open the partially closed door of the small room and turned on the light. On a small bed of about 1.2 meters, two children wore matching cartoon pajamas. Benjamin was nibbling his finger while Nicholas reached out to hug his sister. The two of them curled their small bodies, sticking out their butts, sweetly sleeping like two little piglets.
Ignatius was silent for a long time before he came out.
Delphine sat in the living room, looking a bit lost. When she saw him come out, she quickly stood up, her five fingers tightly clutching her pajamas. It dawned on her that she should go back and change, but thinking of Ignatius seeing Baby made her body cold again as she stood dazedly in place.
"Why didn’t you call for help?" The man’s voice was deeper and hoarser than before, and he looked at Delphine Carter, whom he hadn’t seen in three years, with deep eyes.
The last time they met was in prison. She was as thin as a sheet of paper, with despair in her eyes. Three years had passed, and time seemed to favor her; her face was still pure and plain, her features delicate, but there was a change in her eyes.
The man recalled the soft touch and lingering faint scent when she bumped into his arms, and the thought that if he hadn’t come tonight, that man might have succeeded. A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
Delphine was startled for a moment, her face somewhat pale. She couldn’t shout; the only thought at that time was that if she could run out, she would be saved.