the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

Chapter 744: There’s a Feeling That He is Ignatius Leclair

Delphine’s face was slightly pale, her hand gripping the phone trembling faintly. Lowering her voice, she said, "How could this be possible? I don’t believe it."

If Beatrice’s death was truly connected to Ignatius Leclair, what should she do?

"Things aren’t clear for now, but the only thing certain is that Ignatius himself is unfathomable. Be cautious of everything while you’re by his side," Finnian said, then hung up the phone.

Delphine collapsed onto the sofa, recalling the passionate intimacy between them in recent days. Suddenly, she remembered he was Magnus Leclair. Even if all of this had been orchestrated by Ignatius, it had no connection to Magnus. Yet, thinking about how the two men were independent in their personalities but otherwise one and the same, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

Her inner struggle persisted until Ignatius brought two little ones back home, and both of them noticed her strange behavior.

The man reached out to touch her forehead, his sharply defined brows furrowing. In his deep, seductive voice, he said, "No fever—why does your complexion look so bad, hmm?"

When Delphine felt his broad, warm palm touch her, her entire body trembled. She lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes, shook her head, and remained silent.

Seeing her reaction, Ignatius’s handsome face instantly darkened. This was the first time Delphine had resisted his intimate approach in all the time they had been together. What had happened?

"If you don’t want to attend Stone Leclair’s birthday banquet, I’ll stay with you and skip it," the man said after thinking for a while. He could only guess she might be apprehensive about the banquet three days later. Isaac Leclair had already gone abroad, the old man had accepted her, Griffith Squire had voluntarily withdrawn, and Reginald Yeager’s influence could no longer reach them. What else could interfere with their relationship?

Or perhaps she had discovered the distinction between himself and Magnus? Ignatius’s piercing eyes grew darker. No, that was impossible. He possessed all of Magnus’s memories and his personality leaned more closely toward Magnus’s traits. Essentially, he was both Ignatius and Magnus at the same time.

Delphine shook her head, having already composed herself, and said, "You’re the heir of the Leclair Family. If you don’t attend, it will undoubtedly signal to the world that father and son are at odds, and you’ll also be labeled as unfilial. I just feel uneasy, like something might happen during the banquet."

Noticing her unsteady sleep and heavy thoughts over the past few days, Ignatius believed her. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her softly, and murmured, "I’m by your side. Don’t be afraid."

Delphine’s gaze flickered, her stiff body quickly returning to normal. Knowing he was exceptionally perceptive and deeply calculating, she dared not let him see through her mind.

"You once exiled your father to Xiangcheng. Now that he’s back, could he pose a threat to you?" Delphine spoke hesitantly.

Ignatius hooked her little finger with his own, his deep laugh resonating. "Don’t worry about me. If I could exile him once, I can do it a second time. Over the years, the things Stone Leclair has done are enough to send him straight off the stage. Are you worried about me?"

Ignatius was in an excellent mood. His little rabbit had finally learned to show concern for him, and this brought him immense delight.

Delphine bit her lip, cautiously probing, "I’m simply worried that he might have leverage over you. After all, for him to return to Nanyang, he must have something important in his hands."

Ignatius’s smile momentarily froze before he quickly regained his composure. His piercing eyes narrowed, an enigmatic glint flaring up within them as he contemplated deeply. His vulnerabilities and weaknesses would always revolve around her. What leverage could Stone Leclair possibly have to overthrow him?

Ignatius sneered coldly.

Delphine’s pale complexion grew slightly paler as she stared at the man before her. Suddenly, she felt a faint certainty that he was Ignatius Leclair—confident, powerful, cold, harboring a profound hatred for his father. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of this absurd idea.