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Chapter 682: Come and Help Me, I’m Injured
Chapter 682: Chapter 682: Come and Help Me, I’m Injured The Cloud Summit Suites were where Ignatius Leclair temporarily rested, not only equipped with daily necessities, change of clothing, but also some commonly used items.
Ignatius saw that she had been frightened by him earlier in the night. Now, her reaction was somewhat sluggish. His deep-set phoenix eyes betrayed no emotion as he strode into the walk-in closet, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and said gravely, "Come over and help me. I’m injured."
The man still felt a faint sense of unreality. Desperate to touch her, to feel the warmth of her presence, only then could he truly believe—she hadn’t left. She had returned.
His right hand, soaked in cold water for too long, was already a mangled mess, flesh and blood blurred together, glistening pale white. Delphine frowned at the sight, her heart lurching in alarm, and stepped forward to support him.
As his hand pressed lightly on her slender, frail shoulder, a faint floral scent wove into his nostrils. Ignatius’ body instantly tensed, his expression dark and brooding, caught between both joy and agony. The joy stemmed from her tangible presence, but as she drew close to him, the suppressed drug effects surged violently due to the cold water’s momentary delay. With every ounce of restraint he possessed, he stopped himself from pushing her down.
Delphine held onto Ignatius and guided him out of the suite, taking the elevator directly downstairs, then driving him to the hospital.
In the back seat, Ignatius distanced himself from Delphine slightly, and made a call to Arthur White, his tone deadly as he instructed, "Clean up the Cloud Summit Suites and replace the bed. Send Melody Cloud to 8816. Jocelyn Yeager will take her back, and have Maximilian meet me at the hospital."
The man’s gaze was deep and penetrating as he resolved to first probe Reginald Yeager. As for the mastermind behind Melody, he had a strong hunch it wasn’t Reginald. Even though Jocelyn knew this secret, it was of little importance to him. The mere fact that Melody became privy to it indicated someone with familiarity—someone who understood him deeply—had meticulously orchestrated this move.
Ignatius closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat, his eyes bloodshot from the drug’s effects. Were it not for his extraordinary self-control, he’d have succumbed the moment he laid eyes on a woman.
This Aphrodisiac was truly insidious.
Upon arrival at the hospital, Maximilian was already waiting. Seeing the deteriorating condition of Ignatius, along with Delphine’s frazzled state, his heart raced, and he said gruffly, "The doctor is ready for you. Miss Delphine, do not touch Master Ignatius—I’ll take care of him."
This Aphrodisiac was particularly dangerous when a woman was nearby, most notably when the woman was one Ignatius longed for with every fiber of his being. Every moment of proximity was pure torment.
Delphine nodded slightly, watching Maximilian assist Ignatius into the hospital before finally exhaling a sigh of relief, though a peculiar sense of emptiness surfaced within her.
She stood in the cold wind for a long time, then drove back to the small villa to check on Nicholas and Benjamin.
*
Melody Cloud felt as though she were being consumed by an invisible inferno, her body twisting uncomfortably as she writhed against the carpet. No. She couldn’t make a call. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this.
The suite’s door clicked open, and a man’s gleaming leather shoes stepped into her view.
"Help... help me," she rasped, like a parched traveler glimpsing a life-saving oasis in the desert. Melody inhaled the man’s scent, her eyes crimson with desperation, her voice hoarse as she clutched and crawled toward him.
The man pressed the toe of his shoe onto her hand, leaned down, revealing a cold yet strikingly handsome face, and said icily, "How should I help?"
"I... I need you," she gasped, reaching out to tug at his clothing.
Jocelyn Yeager stared down at the once-regal first socialite, now broken and consumed by desire, a faint sneer curling on his lips. "Disgusting."
Smoothing the sleeve of his blazer where she had touched, Jocelyn issued orders to those outside with an icy tone, "Send her back to the Cloud Family."