novelraw Chapter 663: As long as that person returns, the Leclair Family might not have a good year.
Chapter 663: As long as that person returns, the Leclair Family might not have a good year.
Delphine saw him standing under the sycamore tree, his features handsome and refined, standing against the wind, his gaze carrying a faint complexity.
She hadn’t planned to meet him, but she understood this man’s personality. If he kept waiting outside and Ignatius Leclair found out, that man’s stubbornness would flare up. Not only would he accuse her of being flirtatious, but he’d also fall out with Jocelyn Yeager. On Chinese New Year’s Eve, such things were truly vexing.
"I never expected that upon your return to Nanyang, you’d stay at the Leclair Residence," Jocelyn said with a faint smile. His words, however, were sharp, his usual gentle and jade-like demeanor completely absent, replaced by a decisive and cutting edge in his expression.
Delphine looked at his familiar yet distant face, feeling a slight pang of nostalgia. Perhaps time is the cruelest sculptor, mercilessly destroying and reshaping every trace of a person’s likeness.
"The Leclair Family is my only reason for coming back." Delphine spoke indifferently. Jocelyn’s ambition and aspirations were already evident when he married Bessie Leclair, proving once again they were never meant to walk the same path.
Jocelyn’s smile didn’t falter in the slightest. He chuckled faintly and said, "Coming back is good. Nanyang has changed significantly over the past few years."
The man silently thought to himself — Nanyang’s skies were about to change. Delphine’s return at this critical moment might very well be the best arrangement.
"Today is Chinese New Year’s Eve. You’d better head back early to celebrate." Delphine sensed the hidden meaning behind his words but chose not to delve deeper, responding calmly, "I need to return to take care of Big Ben and Little Ben."
Jocelyn watched her, his smile radiant, and nodded lightly as he said, "Happy New Year."
As long as that person was back, the Leclair Family’s New Year might not go smoothly. The man’s smile deepened.
"Happy New Year." Delphine smiled faintly.
"Mommy!" A little girl dressed in a pink-and-blue plaid outfit trotted over with her tiny legs, clutching Delphine’s hand as she spoke in a sweet, cottony voice, "Let’s go home quickly!"
The little girl glanced at the handsome, tall man, concluded he wasn’t as dashing or charming as her daddy, then swiftly turned her face away, tugging at Delphine’s hand coquettishly.
Jocelyn noticed their matching mother-daughter outfits—identical pink-and-blue plaid patterns. One looked elegant and pure, the other adorably soft and playful. His eyes revealed a flash of deep melancholy and jealousy.
How favored Ignatius Leclair must be by the heavens to be born possessing everything, and moreover, to have Delphine and a daughter this adorable. And himself? Everything had to be fought for with blood and toil, traded for with marriage deals, and endured over time. How unfair.
Delphine picked Benjamin up, nodded toward Jocelyn, then turned away to leave. The moment she stepped into the house, she saw a tall pomegranate tree outside, where a man stood with Nicholas Carter, silently waiting with an air of grace.
Delphine felt a touch uneasy as she held Benjamin and hurried toward the side hall. She had hardly walked a few steps when she heard Ignatius’ deep voice asking, "Isaac?"
Delphine froze, spun around abruptly, and saw a handsome teenage boy standing in the doorway, his brows and eyes unmistakably resembling Isaac Leclair.
Over these years, the Leclair Family hadn’t been in Nanyang. Stone Leclair had taken Isaac to Xiangcheng, and it was assumed he’d be celebrating Chinese New Year’s Eve there.
Isaac stood at the doorway, silent, as a tall, striking figure stepped into the house—a man wearing ripped jeans and a thick leather jacket slung carelessly over his broad shoulders. His presence was bold and rebellious, and as he slung an arm over Isaac’s shoulder, his eyes gleamed with mischief as he laughed aloud, "Finally made it back! This dump of a place in Nanyang had me lost and dizzy. I almost got completely turned around."
Ignatius looked at the carefree and rakish face of the man and his pupils contracted slightly. His cold, stern face slowly hardened into an expression of deep gravity.