the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 761: So This Is What Love Feels Like
The man’s voice was deep and low as he gazed at her with penetrating eyes.
Delphine nearly drowned in the oceans hidden within his gaze. Her cheeks inexplicably flushed, and she lowered her eyes to avoid his stare. She coughed softly and said, "Let’s eat."
Ignatius Leclair was momentarily taken aback after speaking, noticing her reddened ears. A trace of sweetness surged in his heart.
So, this was what love felt like.
He had thought such feelings would elude him his entire life, yet he’d come to possess them while still young.
Ignatius Leclair’s lips curved slightly, and the usual cold aloofness on his face dissolved like melting snow, revealing a hint of warmth.
After dinner, Ignatius Leclair put on his coat, embraced her briefly, and left the hospital. His tall and upright figure receded steadily, like the silhouette of a mountain. Delphine stood there for a while before returning, only to find Nathan Leclair arriving shortly after to take over the shift.
"From now on, you’ll watch over Grandpa during the day, and I’ll take the night shifts," Nathan Leclair said, standing in front of the old man’s hospital room with a carefree smile. "Girls shouldn’t stay up all night."
Delphine saw him leaning casually against the doorframe. His tall figure was draped in a long cloak that brushed the floor, making him appear even more striking, carefree, and confident. She replied coolly, "Shouldn’t the second son be waiting at the Leclair Estate for the outcome of the aristocratic squabble?"
Nathan Leclair laughed, "I find arguments the most tiresome. Let those old guys bicker as they please. Only when Stone Leclair’s lawsuit against my elder brother is resolved will the tides in Nanyang truly shift." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Right now, everyone was waiting on the evidence possessed by Stone Leclair.
"Delphine, have you ever considered that the evidence Stone Leclair has in his hands might be real? That perhaps your foster mother really did die at Ignatius Leclair’s hands," Nathan Leclair stated lightly.
"Who among us doesn’t carry sins on their shoulders? If that’s truly the case, he pays his price, and I pay mine. It’s as simple as that," Delphine replied calmly, her emotions unwavering.
Nathan Leclair hadn’t expected her to be so composed. He looked at her quietly and nodded, saying, "I never imagined that no one could come between the two of you. After more than a decade of entanglement, it appears there are benefits to such depth."
The feelings he harbored in his heart never even had the chance to be spoken aloud. In truth, he’d long since known that once missed, they were missed forever. The sweet memories of youth could only remain sealed deep in his heart.
"This case will go to trial soon, and when it does, everything will come to light." Nathan Leclair nodded toward Delphine, then entered the room to visit the old man.
Maximilian had been waiting nearby for a long time. Finally, he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Leclair is already aware that Nathan Leclair came to take over the night shift. He instructed me to drive you home to rest. Mr. Leclair said he would try to return earlier tonight."
Back in the day, Beatrice Carter’s death had been classified as a sudden accidental death. Because of the resulting public opinion, Stone Leclair had been exiled. Now, with the tables turned, the case had been officially reopened and would soon go to trial. During this period, Ignatius Leclair had to cooperate with the investigation, withstand media scrutiny, and search for compelling evidence, leaving him overwhelmed and endlessly busy.
Delphine nodded, got into Maximilian’s car, and returned to the villa. She turned on the lights in the hallway and living room, their warm amber glow cutting through the night, serving as a beacon for those returning home late.
Unable to sleep herself, Delphine curled up in the living room with a book. Before long, she heard a knock at the door. Griffith Squire stood there, holding a bottle of alcohol and some fried chicken, his carefree smile brimming with mischief as he said, "Saw your lights on, figured I’d drop by."
The Squire siblings were famously addicted to spicy food. Griffith Squire entered and laid out a spread of excessively spicy braised chicken wings and duck tongues on the table. He asked, "Where’s your alcohol stash? This little bit I brought won’t be enough."
