the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 824: Still Won’t Admit It
To see a woman’s status in a man’s heart, just look at how much money he spends on her. Delphine sneered, having a mistress and still refusing to admit it.
"Mr. Leclair, what do you consider as cheating?" Delphine said coldly, her heart filled with grievance and bewilderment. Wasn’t she also his mistress in the past, and one that didn’t cost him anything?
That one, he spends on every year, and she doesn’t even need to warm the bed.
Ha, who knows if they are physically and emotionally cheating.
Delphine felt stifled inside, suddenly losing the will to argue or confront him. These years of entanglement have truly been tiring. She shouldn’t have trusted such a creature as a man. Fortunately, she was heartbroken in her youth. In her ensuing years of entanglement with him, she never truly got lost in the illusion. Now that she has decided to withdraw, it might just take a few months of sadness, and she’ll be fine.
Having made up her mind, Delphine said indifferently, "I won’t argue or debate with you. Since you’ve been keeping your mistress for fourteen years, you might as well let her take the top position. Let’s get a divorce, the kids will stay with me. If you want more kids later, let her have them for you."
Ignatius Leclair had half his clothes off, and when such heartless words came from her small mouth, his heart turned half cold with a chilling pain that stabbed.
The man leaned over, reaching out to grab her adorable and beautiful little face, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with a dark and violent fury, and said word by word, "Say it again."
Delphine, frightened by his sinister expression, turned a little pale. Even when this man said nothing, his presence could make anyone’s legs weak. In such a furious state, she couldn’t stop trembling all over, her mind envisioning all sorts of cruel tortures, but she still bit her thin lips and said coldly, "I said, let’s get a divorce."
The taut string in Ignatius Leclair’s mind suddenly snapped, his temples throbbing with pain. Long restrained due to his disguise as Magnus Leclair, his obsessive and pathological nature erupted violently, like waves crashing in response to the word ’divorce’ uttered that night.
Whether he was Magnus or Ignatius Leclair, she wanted a divorce, wanted to leave him, so why did he need to pretend so hard?
The man’s almond-shaped eyes sank into a deep abyss, a dark crimson flickered beneath them, and the tension inside reached its tipping point, finally abandoning all restraint.
Seeing Ignatius Leclair this way, Delphine felt a sudden pang of anxiety, as if she had unleashed a bloodthirsty beast herself.
Her face turned ashen, struggling violently, she pushed him away and tried to run out. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Just as her foot touched the carpet, her body was grabbed and thrown back by the man.
Ignatius Leclair’s face remained sinister, grabbing her pale and stubborn little face, he sneered, "Want a divorce?"
When she next woke up, she was in a strange room, extremely dark, with only a dim old-fashioned table lamp on. She tried to get up but found herself completely devoid of strength.
