the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 812: Madam Can Lie Back and Relax

Delphine saw that Ignatius Leclair hadn’t caught up, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Having a walking hormone in the house really flirted with her from time to time.

But this man might be flirting with other women outside too. As soon as she thought of this, all her intimate thoughts vanished.

Delphine soaked in the bath, relaxing her sore shoulders. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the man outside knocked on the door unhurriedly and said in a deep voice, "Mrs., are you asleep?"

Delphine was startled awake, quickly got up, put on her robe, and said, "You go ahead and sleep, I’ll sleep later."

She waited a few minutes, listening carefully to the sounds outside. When she heard nothing, she gently opened the door. Then she saw the tall, handsome, and sexy man squinting outside the bathroom, looking every bit like he was waiting patiently for her.

The bedroom was dimly lit, and the man’s broad chest was provocatively exposed. He spoke elegantly and slowly, "Mrs., coming home so late every day, it seems you don’t want to fulfill your wifely duties, hmm?"

What nonsense about wifely duties. Delphine’s face stiffened a bit, her dark eyes darting as she said, "I’ve been very tired from filming lately and need to rest early."

The man curled his lips slightly, speaking leisurely, "Mrs. can just lie still, and I’ll do the rest."

Ignatius Leclair’s deep, phoenix-like eyes remained fixed on her face, which appeared even more delicate from the bath, as his gaze traced the curves of her body downward.

Recently, his treatment was somewhat effective, and his willpower was getting stronger. It wasn’t so easy for Magnus Leclair to wake up and take control of his body.

Magnus’s previous two awakenings were like a blind cat running into a dead mouse, sneaking in when Ignatius was exhausted or overly joyful.

Awakening only twice in nearly ten years was indeed a very low probability. Ignatius was no longer that panicked, and thinking of Delphine’s recent avoidance, he concluded it was due to an emotional rift caused by uncoordinated marital life, which could only be resolved by physical intimacy.

Delphine’s face flushed from his blunt words. Why had she ever thought this man was as cold as ice? Clearly, he was hot enough to melt steel!

"No, I need to rest early, I have to film tomorrow."

The man leaned in and spoke in a deep, seductive voice by her ear, "The assistant director can handle it, just say Director Carter was too tired and needs a day off."

Although he hadn’t touched her, Delphine felt her eardrums being softly shaken. She bit the tip of her tongue hard to regain clarity, pushed him away, and said, "Don’t touch me."

Ignatius, caught off guard by her push, stumbled against the cabinet behind him, and his handsome face darkened completely.

"Delphine Carter, are you planning to separate from me, hmm?"

Seeing his cold face, Delphine decided to lay things bare and said coolly, "I have films to shoot during the day and no time to entertain you. You can sleep in the guestroom. If you won’t, then I will."

Until the matter with Emily Thorne was fully resolved, he wouldn’t get to touch a single hair on her head.

Ignatius Leclair’s long, deep phoenix eyes were so dark with anger they could almost drip water. Seeing she was serious, he held his breath in his heart, nearly choking.

Women truly change their moods as quickly as turning a page.

Clearly, his wife had been very gentle before. Even though she wasn’t too fond of things between men and women, with coercion and enticement, it was still doable. Who on earth had led her astray?

To actually refuse him—did she want him to become a monk?