novelraw Chapter 705: Shall I Help You Blow Dry Your Hair, Hmm?
Chapter 705: Shall I Help You Blow Dry Your Hair, Hmm?
Since Nicholas and Benjamin had no classes, the two little ones slept until past three in the afternoon.
Delphine continued reviewing scripts while Ignatius went to take care of the kids, bringing the two little ones to their room, unboxing the newly delivered toys with them, and then the father and sons started playing with building blocks.
Benjamin rubbed his eyes and looked at his daddy with disbelief; he actually accompanied her to play. In the past, daddy was always impatient, stone-faced without saying much, and would simply shove a big stuffed dog at her, leaving her to play alone.
But she wanted to play with the rabbit, not the building blocks.
So, Benjamin happily sat to the side, busy dressing and undressing her new little companion, immersed in her own world.
Meanwhile, Ignatius was guiding Nicholas through an educational building-block game.
By the time Delphine came over to call the trio for dinner, the floor of the room was already unrecognizable—a complete mess. The man was engrossed in playing with Nicholas, while Benjamin was absorbed in her own activities.
Delphine shot Ignatius a glare, called out to Benjamin, lifted the little girl into her arms, kissed her twice, and then held her hand to lead her out.
Ignatius’ gaze was deep as he picked up Nicholas. After spending the afternoon together, the father and son had forged a solid camaraderie. From this point on, he would systematically work to mold the Leclair Family heir.
After dinner, Ignatius took charge of all the household chores and the care of the two little ones.
With nothing else to do, Delphine ended up chatting with Kyla Zamora about work-related matters. Once she’d finished, she remembered to check on Nicholas and Benjamin.
Nicholas and Benjamin were tucked under a small blanket, their identically large, jet-black eyes open as they listened to Ignatius tell a bedtime story.
The man held the adventure book she hadn’t finished reading before in one hand while elegantly resting the other on the bed’s edge. His deep voice vividly narrated an exciting and suspenseful story, his tone was dynamic, luxurious, and captivating—no less engaging than a professional storyteller.
Nicholas listened intently, while Benjamin covered her ears but still couldn’t resist the urge to continue listening.
After he finished a Chapter of the story, Ignatius closed the book and chuckled deeply. "That’s it for today. We’ll continue tomorrow night. Go to sleep."
The two little ones went to bed content, and Ignatius turned off the light and walked out of the room. He spotted Delphine leaning against the wall, her beautiful face carrying a slightly bewitching smile, and he asked expectantly, "How many points would you give me?"
"80 points." Delphine had initially thought of saying 90 but held back, fearing he might get overly confident—men should never be overly praised.
Ignatius’ lips curved into a subtle smile, his gaze darkening. He wanted to move closer to her, but he hesitated, cautious not to scare her away; otherwise, how would the long night ahead unfold?
He lowered his gaze to conceal the shadow of desire in his eyes and simply nodded before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
Delphine returned to her room. After showering, she wrapped her damp hair in a towel, turned on the night lamp, and leaned against the headboard to read movie reviews.
When Ignatius entered, he immediately noticed her. She was sprawled on the bed, her long and fair legs bare and alluring—an enticing posture, seemingly deliberate.
"You left the door open," the man said in his low voice as he closed the door behind him. Then he added, "You need to dry your hair before sleeping; otherwise, you’ll get a headache."
Delphine froze for a moment, hastily shoved her phone under the pillow, and started searching for clothes. She was only wearing a loose T-shirt, without even a bra! Wait—she distinctly remembered shutting the door.
Just as she looked up, the tall, well-built man was already standing beside the bed. His exposed, sculpted chest muscles caught her attention as he bent closer, his voice teasing, "Shall I help you dry your hair? Hmm?"
His slender fingertips combed through her slightly damp hair, and Delphine shuddered involuntarily, a strange thrill coursing through her. She placed her hand over his, her voice weak. "I-I’ll do it myself."