novelraw Chapter 659: Do You Think I’m Your Tool?
Chapter 659: Do You Think I’m Your Tool?
The handsome and cold man saw that she still refused to believe him. His phoenix eyes, as deep as ancient wells, slowly narrowed as he spoke faintly: "When you left, the household registration book stayed with me. The spouse column has always listed me. That hasn’t changed."
Delphine’s whole body went weak, losing most of her strength. She looked at Ignatius Leclair, letting out a low, sarcastic laugh: "So, what you mean is, back then when we divorced, I didn’t realize you had such an obsessive cleanliness streak and could only accept me? And now, I’ve become your tool to warm the bed? I want a divorce."
Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face darkened slightly as he spoke, enunciating each word: "Unless I’m dead."
Delphine’s gaze fell on his chest. This man was terrifyingly obsessive. Back then, she had only lied about having a potential lover, and Ignatius had stabbed his own chest with a knife. Now that they were still legally married, divorce was even more impossible.
Furious, Delphine didn’t want to look at him anymore. She got up and went to the bedroom to check on Nicholas and Benjamin.
The man watched her turn and walk away, his thin lips pressing together slightly. Leaning back on the sofa, he felt both physically and emotionally uncomfortable. He didn’t see her as a mere tool to warm his bed. He simply liked her, which made him want to be close to her. But such words, for a man accustomed to standing high above, were impossible to say out loud.
Thirty years without understanding emotion, yet now that he’d finally awakened to it, it was an indescribably repressed and elusive feeling.
In the bedroom, the two little ones were hiding under the blanket, whispering to each other.
"Benjamin, are you sick?" Nicholas Carter touched her small forehead and found it wasn’t hot at all.
"I’m sick. I have lovesickness like Daddy does—we both miss Mommy." Benjamin said guiltily, quickly stuffing all her lollipops into his backpack. "Hide these for me. When Daddy gets upset, he confiscates my lollipops."
"You’ve already hidden a lot in my bag. You can’t finish them all." Nicholas said, sounding exasperated.
"Even if I don’t eat them, I have to keep them hidden. That’s what Daddy said." Benjamin huffed softly. Lollipops, marshmallows, popping candy—all candies were hers. No one could take them away.
Delphine emerged just in time to overhear Benjamin’s domineering words. The little girl was only four. When other girls her age were still being clingy and cute, obsessed with snacks, she had already started mimicking Ignatius Leclair.
Delphine pulled the two little ones who were refusing to sleep out from under the blanket and asked, "Benjamin, is your Daddy a good Daddy or a bad Daddy?"
Benjamin froze at the question. Her big, dark eyes darted toward her tall, handsome Daddy leaning against the doorframe. She nodded seriously and said, "Bad Daddy."
"Then can you keep learning from a bad Daddy?" Delphine retrieved the lollipops Benjamin had stuffed into Nicholas Carter’s backpack and spoke gently, "Benjamin, you like so many things—can you really claim them all for yourself?"
Her words carried profound meaning. The man leaned against the doorway, watching the petite woman educate their daughter. A trace of a smile flashed in his phoenix eyes. Of course, one couldn’t claim every little thing they liked, but when it came to the woman he deeply loved, even if it cost him his life, she had to belong to him.
It was the first time Benjamin had seen her Mommy speak to her so seriously. Instinctively, she shook her head. Her big eyes filled with a hint of tears as she reached out to grab Delphine’s hand, timidly saying, "Benjamin was wrong. Mommy, don’t be mad. Benjamin won’t learn from bad Daddy anymore."
Delphine stroked her small head and smiled warmly, "Benjamin is such a good girl."
"Then Mommy, can you sleep with Benjamin tonight? Benjamin is scared." The little girl tugged at her clothes, her big, grape-like eyes glistening as she looked up at her.
Delphine stared at the spacious bedroom on the top floor in silence. Given Ignatius Leclair’s beastly tendencies, if she were to sleep here tonight, there was no doubt she’d end up completely devoured.