the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 793: If You Don’t Like Her, Why Marry Her?
Yeats Howard secretly took the two little rascals to Squire Manor.
The man at home was expressionlessly washing dishes.
Chloe Winston, who spent her evenings either sheet-masking or sleeping to maintain her beauty, quietly tugged at Delphine’s clothes and asked, "Delphine, does your husband not like me staying here?"
"He’s like that with everyone, even with Yeats," Delphine’s jet-black eyes gleamed slightly.
"Earlier, I tried to go wash the dishes and got stared back by your husband." Chloe was still a bit panicked. As someone who had come here to freeload off food and shelter, Chloe was self-aware enough to quickly clear the dishes after the meal. When she attempted to wash them, the dashing and elegant man walked past, rolled up his sleeves in front of her with unparalleled grace, and started washing the dishes, treating her entirely as if she were invisible.
Chloe felt utterly defeated. Was Delphine’s husband about to kick her out? She’d been out the whole day with no income!
Seeing her crestfallen expression, Delphine burst out laughing and said, "Even if I were washing the dishes, Ignatius wouldn’t be happy about it either. He’s a perfectionist—once he starts something, he has to see it through perfectly from beginning to end. If we clean the dishes, he’d feel we don’t meet his standards."
That’s pretty much the gist of it. Ignatius’s obsessive cleanliness was beyond help—he washed dishes three times: once to remove grease, once for a proper rinse, and once to disinfect. Seeing how finicky he was, Delphine simply decided not to touch the kitchen at all.
"So your husband does all the housework?" Chloe’s eyes widened in disbelief. This was the epitome of a ’perfect husband’—an extinct breed.
"He only cooks and takes care of the kids. The rest is handled by an auntie who comes to clean on schedule every day," Delphine laughed, pulling Chloe onto the sofa to play on her own while she returned to picking through her script.
"Delphine, your diamond ring is absolutely gorgeous. Can I take a closer look?" Chloe had been browsing social media earlier but gradually found her gaze drawn uncontrollably to Delphine, who was calm as water. Soon, her attention landed on the sparkling diamond ring on Delphine’s ring finger.
She had always thought the ring was beautiful. Although it wasn’t absurdly large like a "pigeon’s egg," its design was extremely unique. Aside from the particularly dazzling main diamond, the entire ring was encircled with tiny diamonds. Chloe was reminded of how, despite being married to Constantine Stewart for over a year, he had never given her a diamond ring. Instantly, her pretty eyes dimmed.
He didn’t love her—so why did he marry her?
Noticing her low spirits, Delphine also realized Chloe never seemed to wear a diamond ring. The young woman’s fingers lacked even the faintest trace of wearing one. Delphine immediately set her script aside, took off her ring, and handed it to her, saying, "I’ve never been much into wearing these things; I just forgot to take it off."
The ring was custom-made by Ignatius for their wedding on the island. She’d kept it in her jewelry box all along and had no idea why, a few nights ago, Ignatius had some sudden whim to slip it on her finger in the middle of the night. Delphine had originally intended to ask him about it, but seeing how he wore his wedding ring every day without fail, she decided against bringing it up.
Chloe, after all, was just a twenty-year-old girl. Staring at the exquisitely dazzling wedding ring, a trace of envy appeared in her eyes, followed by a sigh. "Delphine, what do you think it means when a man marries you, but there’s no wedding, let alone a wedding ring?"
Chloe had been abandoned as a child and grew up in an orphanage, witnessing countless kids adopted only to be sent back. Her personality had turned rather defiant—in the past, whenever someone visited the orphanage to select a child, she would deliberately make herself look as disgraceful as possible. That continued until she was twelve, the year Constantine came to the orphanage.
