the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 823: Between Saving Face and My Wife, I Choose My Wife

The man’s long, powerful fingers, with clearly defined joints, picked up the divorce agreement on the desk. His handsome face lowered the eyelids as he flipped through the divorce agreement, noticing that she wanted the two children and a clean break. Instantly, a faint cold smile appeared on his thin lips, and he said, "A divorce can happen, a clean break can happen, and the two children can be yours. I can be yours as well."

A man in his thirties, naturally knowing what he wants, at an age like a wolf or tiger, his wife ran off, who would he turn to? The children can be left at the Howard Family, the Leclair Family, at the homes of all sorts of relatives, but the wife must not be left.

Delphine was shocked by his shameless words, her large black eyes widened in disbelief. Though not good at arguing, she nonetheless retorted, "You shameless."

"Choosing between face and wife, I choose wife." The handsome and dignified man maintained a celibate demeanor, slowly raised his eyes, looking deeply with his almond eyes.

Delphine saw him as shameless like this for the first time, having just caught him secretly meeting a woman, only to see him calmly declare his desire for a wife.

Fuming, she grabbed the pen and cup on the desk and hurled them all at him.

The man sidestepped calmly, saying indifferently, "Just got internal injuries from Griffith Squire, if I get hit by my wife now, I probably won’t be able to satisfy her for ten days or a fortnight."

This kind of insensitivity, infuriated Delphine nearly suffocating.

The man walked over with long strides, pulled her into his arms, restrained her hands, sighed and coaxed, "You’re always coming and going with those men who desire you, and I haven’t been angry. I just talked to a woman for less than half an hour, and you want to divorce me."

Delphine was held down, unable to move her limbs. The man was tremendously strong. In her rage, she bit his neck fiercely, vaguely tasting the metallic blood.

Ignatius Leclair picked her up, letting her bite him as he promptly carried her into the bedroom.

Pressing her onto the soft blanket, Ignatius Leclair used his strong legs to pin her down, holding her hands with one hand, freeing the other to unbutton his clothes, sighing: "Check it if you want, there’s no other woman’s scent on my body, just yours."

"Emily Thorne is just my psychologist, a psychologist meeting only once a year," the man added. His contact with Emily Thorne had been sporadic. During the years of amnesia, he didn’t even remember this woman. Later, when his memory returned, he didn’t think much of it. Only during the three years she left with the little one was he really struggled, using Emily’s hypnosis to calm his increasingly violent emotions. After he found her and the little one last year, he completely cut ties with this woman. With his wife by his side, who needs hypnosis? Only this year Emily suddenly came to Nanyang to open a gallery, invited him for a meeting, he went out because he was in a bad mood due to sleeping in separate rooms.

Who would have thought she’d catch him.

"You think I’m stupid, a psychologist? Once a year psychologist, real estate in both the UK and Nanyang for her? Opening a gallery, sending flowers for three consecutive days, creating a spectacle on the street, hmm?" Each time Delphine said a sentence, she scoffed, calling him a hypocritical bastard still trying to deceive her.

Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face darkened slightly, hearing her say it like this, it seemed as if it were true. He had never paid attention to money; Emily was his classmate and psychologist. The years of occasional care and his lack of attention had unwittingly led to him providing so much for her?

Ignatius Leclair himself was astounded.