Chapter 728: The Wedding of Two People
Chapter 728: The Wedding of Two People
The man tightly held her hand, his side profile handsome and gentle, with a tall and defined nose bridge. His deep eyes, like the sea, pulled her steadily toward the priest.
Inside the old church steeped in years, the kind priest smiled and spoke a string of words in a local, obscure language.
With a low voice, the man took out the prepared wedding rings, looked at her with a smile brimming with indulgence. Even the faint crow’s feet by his eyes slightly lifted as he said, "This is a wedding for just the two of us. Will you?"
Her tears fell uncontrollably. In that moment, she suddenly stopped thinking about many things, finally understanding why so many people are fixated on weddings. Perhaps it is the commitment and yearning for happiness that drives the obsession.
Seeing her crying sorrowfully but remaining silent, Ignatius Leclair smiled and looked toward the priest. From behind, he took out the ring and slipped it onto her finger. Half coaxing, half joking, he knew her passivity—she rarely pursued happiness or dealt actively with emotions. If she didn’t resist, Ignatius felt he could walk their entire journey alone. All she needed to do was quietly stay where she was.
The ring fit perfectly. As it slipped onto her ring finger, she lifted her gaze toward the handsome, gentle man, her tear-filled eyes shimmering. As long as he remained Magnus Leclair, she would walk the remaining path with him, until the day they could no longer continue.
"Madam, it’s your turn to put the ring on me," Ignatius said with a husky laugh, using the soft pad of his thumb to gently wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.
Delphine broke into a smile, her tears replaced by laughter, and reached out to slide the ring onto his finger. In this foreign land, with no guests, no elaborate ceremonies, on the secluded green island in Lake Bled, under the priest’s witness, they held a wedding that belonged solely to the two of them.
The remaining days became their honeymoon phase. Familiar with Europe, he took her through two weeks of stop-and-go traveling, inseparable like glue.
Following the wedding, Ignatius increasingly assumed the role of her husband, taking care of all her affairs seamlessly.
However, they had been abroad for quite a while, and back home, Benjamin Leclair and Nicholas Carter’s small throats were hoarse from crying after not seeing their parents for a month. Rushing to see the children, Delphine convinced Ignatius to pack up and return home.
As soon as they returned, the old matriarch called, saying Benjamin and Nicholas had been taken back to the South Seas by the patriarch.
The Leclair patriarch had gone to the Howard Family in a fit of anger, causing an argument so heated that it nearly made the old matriarch unleash Yeats Howard’s dogs on him.
After all, they were distant great-grandchildren, separated by a layer of kinship. The old matriarch couldn’t stop them but decided to let it go when she heard Ignatius had returned, though she was still so infuriated that she had to lie down in bed.
Ignatius, thinking about Stone Leclair being reassigned to the South Seas recently and an ambiguous attitude hanging over Nathan Leclair at home, had his expression darken. That same day, he left for the South Seas.
When they arrived at the Leclair mansion, Benjamin stood in the hallway, pouting and crying inconsolably. She wanted her great-grandmother.
The patriarch, having swallowed his anger at the Howard Family, came home to find the little one still crying and fussing. Unable to console her, he sat sulking in a side hall.
Delphine entered to find Benjamin’s little face streaked with tears, while Nicholas—standing by—also began crying. Her heart ached instantly, and she called out, "Benjamin! Nicholas!"
Ignatius, seeing the two little ones rush loudly into Delphine’s embrace and nearly knock her over, strode over in big steps and lifted both children up. If Delphine had been pregnant with a baby, those collisions would’ve been unthinkable.
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