novelraw Chapter 473: Darling, My Foot Hurts So Much (Request for Monthly Ticket!)
Chapter 473: Darling, My Foot Hurts So Much (Request for Monthly Ticket!)
Chapter 473: Chapter 473: Darling, My Foot Hurts So Much (Request for Monthly Ticket!)
Delphine had already endured him for days. Controlling her daily life was one thing, but now he even wanted to dictate her emotions and preferences. What was wrong with this man?
She lifted her gaze, her large black-and-white eyes narrowing slightly, and sneered, "No matter how much I dislike it, don’t you still show up in front of me every single day? No matter how much I dislike it, am I not still tolerating you holding my hand right now? If you’re sick, why don’t you go get treated?"
The man pressed his thin lips together, his deep, ink-black phoenix eyes making his emotions harder to read. Seeing her anger, he finally spoke in a soft voice after a long silence, "I’m sorry."
Delphine’s eyes widened abruptly, staring at him in disbelief. Over the years, Ignatius Leclair had always been high and mighty, never lowering his head to anyone. She truly hadn’t expected him to say those three words to her.
The man continued, "I’m apologizing because I made you unhappy."
The implication was clear—he wasn’t wrong; he was only apologizing because she was upset.
Delphine let out a sarcastic "Ha," unwilling to say anything more.
The next day, Delphine went with Mrs. Li to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. Although she had been pregnant before, back then the conditions had been tough, and she had never undergone a proper examination. This time she was incredibly cautious.
The results of the checkup were satisfactory. Over the past two months, with daily medicinal meals and various nourishing supplements, she had managed to make up for some of her previous deficiencies. The child had safely passed the most dangerous first trimester.
She lowered her gaze, unconsciously placing a hand on her belly and offering a faint smile. She couldn’t feel the baby moving yet, but she imagined it must be a well-behaved child.
When Mrs. Li went to pick up the medication, Delphine stood quietly in front of the obstetrics and gynecology department, when suddenly she noticed a very familiar figure.
Delphine narrowed her eyes slightly. The woman, wearing sunglasses that covered half her face, was holding onto a tall man’s arm and tottering in high heels as she whined delicately, "Darling, my feet hurt so much. I’ll never be able to wear high heels again."
Delphine couldn’t hear what the man said, but her gaze remained coldly fixed on Bessie Leclair. That man wasn’t Jocelyn Yeager. Wasn’t Bessie Leclair newly married for only a few months? How could she be at the obstetrics and gynecology department with a strange man?
The man seemed to notice Delphine and whispered something to Bessie. Bessie, looking flustered, immediately let go of his hand, adjusted her sunglasses, and turned to leave.
"Bessie Leclair." Delphine called out to stop her, her voice icy.
Bessie froze in place, then turned around, lifting her chin high as she coldly said, "Delphine Carter, why are you so annoying? Why do I run into you everywhere?"
"What are you doing at the obstetrics and gynecology department? Who is that man?" Delphine’s fingers clenched as she questioned her.
*
In the Cloud Summit’s exclusive suite, Maximilian led a young woman inside and said in a low voice, "Mr. Leclair, Miss Joe is here."
The man responded with a faint grunt and gestured for him to leave.
Sharn Joe waited for the assistant to shut the door before taking a few steps inside. The lighting in the suite was extremely dim. The South Asian Crown Prince, renowned far and wide, was seated on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He raised his hand, signaling for her to sit down.
"Mr. Leclair, why don’t you turn on the light?" Sharn Joe approached him and asked softly, her tone gentle.
Although she had been hired by Ignatius Leclair before, the arrangements had been handled entirely by his assistant. This was her first time meeting Ignatius Leclair in person. The man’s profile was extraordinarily handsome, as if carved by an artist’s hand. His features were deep, his nose tall and straight, and his thin lips exuded a cold indifference. The young female psychologist felt a twinge of nervousness.
"Please, have a seat." The man spoke, his voice exceptionally deep, blending seamlessly with the dim ambiance of the room, carrying an indescribable allure.