novelraw Chapter 680: He Told Her to Scram and Never Come Back
Chapter 680: He Told Her to Scram and Never Come Back
Chapter 680: Chapter 680: He Told Her to Scram and Never Come Back Ignatius Leclair saw her in this state—though her breathing was erratic, her mind was clear, her thoughts unclouded, leaving no room for any trace of arousal. His heart sank instantly. His entire body burned as if his blood were reduced to ash, yet she remained so indifferent.
"Don’t you like me? Don’t you claim to love me to death? What, you’re not willing to sleep with me?" Ignatius’s voice rumbled with suppressed fury as he gripped her wrist tightly and pinned it against the pillow.
"I love Magnus, even though you look identical to him. But I know—you are two completely different people." Delphine’s voice was hoarse as she turned her face away, avoiding his gaze. In the dimly lit bedroom, the night stretched late. Countless nights of searing, unforgettable memories mingled with unspoken sorrow and pain, crashing into her heart and engulfing her bit by bit.
The deepest humiliation of being cast out, the identity of a mistress treated like a plaything, and the cruel coercion to divorce after childbirth—all of it screamed that he was not Magnus. Between them, there was no love—only transactions. He was obsessed with her body, repelled by the idea of other women, a man shackled by his obsessive cleanliness.
"The same face—why is it that you love him but not me?" Ignatius’s voice was hoarse, yet he forced himself to remain still, restrained. The aphrodisiac’s effects still had not worn off, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged grotesquely as his expression grew as cold as ice.
Delphine’s expression was frost-like as she replied coldly, "Ignatius, I have never loved you. Don’t delude yourself."
For a brief moment, the man’s mind went blank. His fingers clenched into a fist, which he slammed against the headboard with force, roaring in a raspy voice, "Get out. Don’t ever come back."
The solid bedframe shuddered under the impact of his blow. Delphine’s face turned ghostly pale, startled as she hastily picked up her clothes, threw them on haphazardly, and fled the suite.
The man slumped onto the bed, watching as she left without so much as looking back. Reaching for the wine on the bedside table, he hurled the bottle at the cabinet; it shattered, red wine spilling everywhere, leaving a chaotic mess on the floor.
Ignatius gripped his bleeding fist, his head bowed, his entire being steeped in an aura of desolation, unable to think.
A muffled, indistinct sound escaped the man’s throat. The gash on his right hand reopened, and drops of dark blood fell to the floor one by one. After a long while, the man who had hardened himself like stone finally remembered the words he’d said. His face turned ashen. He had told her to leave. He told her not to ever come back.
Melody Cloud collapsed to the ground, fumbling for her phone. She dialed a number and spoke weakly, "Give me the antidote. The antidote for that damned aphrodisiac."
On the other end of the line, a man’s voice responded with a cold and mocking tone, "So, you got completely naked and stood in front of Ignatius Leclair, and he still didn’t touch you?"
"You liar! Give me the antidote!" Driven nearly mad by the effects of the drug, Melody screamed, "Give me the antidote!"
"Heh. Miss Cloud, wouldn’t it be quicker if I just sent you another man instead?" The man sneered. "What did you say to Ignatius, you idiot?"
"I didn’t say anything! He carried Delphine Carter away!" Melody’s voice weakened, trembling as she cried, "I’m begging you, give me the antidote!"
"There is no antidote," the man said coldly, then hung up. His face was obscured in the night, his voice dripping with disdain. What a worthless fool. All his effort to lure Delphine to Cloud Summit—wasted. And she couldn’t even handle something so simple.
After all these years, Ignatius Leclair’s true vulnerability had always been that woman. Even though he had abandoned Delphine before, had forced her against her will, he still kept her in the most sacred corner of his heart. If Delphine were ever to sever ties with him completely, how could Ignatius still have the presence of mind to deal with matters in the South Seas? Enraged, the man clenched his fists. A perfectly orchestrated game had been utterly ruined by that imbecile.