the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 786: He Treated Me Like an Inflatable Doll from Beginning to End

Delphine nodded, smiled faintly, and said, "His cooking is better than mine, so most of the time he’s the one making food and taking care of the kids."

Taking care of the kids too? Chloe Winston’s mouth formed an "O" shape as she glanced at the two little toddlers eagerly waiting to be fed and the handsome and charming dad. Her eyes instantly reddened, and she muttered bitterly, "Now I finally understand why Constantine Stewart and I couldn’t make it! He doesn’t even cook for me; he literally doesn’t treat me as a human being. From the beginning to the end, he just treated me like a blow-up doll."

Yeats Howard, who had just climbed out of bed with his eyes closed, following the scent of breakfast, stumbled violently. His mind flashed with an image of a dozen blow-up dolls...

Oh heavens, he’s still an innocent young bachelor, this kind of talk will corrupt him!

Delphine was momentarily speechless and racked her brain trying to comfort the 20-year-old young girl. "Actually, Ignatius Leclair has a split personality. What you’re seeing now is his good side. He also has a particularly frightening bad side—much worse than your Constantine."

Chloe, who had just arrived in Nanyang and was still unaware of this situation, gasped sharply upon hearing this, looking at the handsome, dark, and terrifying man who had suddenly appeared behind Delphine. She suddenly thought that compared to him, Constantine seemed... just slightly better.

Seeing the girl was thoroughly frightened, Delphine gave a faint smile, winked, and said, "Your Constantine is much better than him, so cherish what you have."

Chloe nervously tugged at Delphine’s sleeve, her pale little face revealing her terror, then sprinted away, shouting as she ran, "Delphine, I’m going to find Kyla; I’ll come back tonight!"

"Uh, Uncle, I’m off to brush my teeth." Yeats laughed awkwardly as he scratched his head before bolting out of sight.

Delphine’s smile stiffened as she turned around to face the man behind her, whose gaze was deep and unfathomable.

The man had already asked coldly, "What part of Constantine is better than me? Better physique? More money? More handsome? Better at running a household? At least, I wouldn’t treat you like a blow-up doll. I always take your feelings into full consideration. That, we can test out tonight."

Delphine: "..."

It turns out that a man acting jealous can be terrifying. Especially one who has been sexually frustrated lately. Under his blatantly predatory gaze, Delphine fled in panic to send the kids to school.

Their recent school attendance had been dismally low, but thankfully, the kindergarten belonged to their family, or the teachers would definitely have summoned the parents for a scolding.

After dropping off the two adorable little ones at school, Delphine had no desire to return home and called Kyla Zamora.

Kyla was currently taking Chloe Winston to a spa, but upon hearing this she changed course and drove over to pick up Delphine, so the three women could go to the spa together.

When women gather, the topics always revolve around men and careers.

Chloe thought of the scene that morning, lying on the massage bed with her eyes closed, and asked, "Delphine, your husband must really love you, right?"

Chloe recalled the time at Everest when Ignatius and Constantine had followed the filming crew to the snowy wilderness. And seeing Ignatius now, cooking and looking after the kids at home—a task ordinary men wouldn’t manage—he, a scion of a powerful family, carried it all out gracefully. This kind of love would truly make people envious, unlike her situation with Constantine.

Meanwhile, Kyla, who was having her face massaged, choked violently on hearing this. Oh, this silly girl—of all things to bring up, she chose the most sensitive topic. Ever since news of Ignatius’s split personality broke out, Nanyang had been in an uproar.

Delphine kept her eyes closed and smiled faintly. Because he was Ignatius, gentle and caring, the steady presence of Magnus Leclair. Despite her emotional distance nowadays, she still harbored affection for this man.

While the three were chatting, someone suddenly emerged hurriedly from the VIP room, walking and commenting anxiously, "I’ve heard Leclair Family’s old master has been discharged and returned to Leclair Manor. The major families are now gathering there, forcing their way in—it’s practically fatal pressure."