the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 829: Changing Pajamas Twice a Day Is Fine Too
Ignatius Leclair saw her inadvertently exposed in anger, his gaze darkened, and he took out a red silk robe from the wardrobe and dressed her in it.
The wardrobe was filled with various styles and colors of sleepwear, all handpicked by the man, intending for her to change into a new one each day. If she sweats a lot, changing twice a day would be good too; with her fair skin, she looks good in anything.
Ignatius’s mind was full of enchanting thoughts, yet his hands steadily dried her body and dressed her.
Delphine’s face alternated between pale and flushed, unable to push him away or scold him with any strength, scratching him was like tickling, so she watched him dress her in the robe with a mix of shame and anger, glancing just now and finding no underwear in the wardrobe, nothing but clothes and sleepwear, but she wouldn’t have the guts to ask him.
She was someone who valued privacy greatly. Although they had been more apart than together over the years, their intimate encounters weren’t few, but in earlier years, he didn’t care much for her and wouldn’t have engaged in such intimate actions, like personally dressing her or carrying her out. These ordinary things for a typical couple made Delphine extremely uncomfortable.
There was an excessive intimacy in his gestures, leaving no space, suffocating. Moreover, they were past the point of a cold war and into a state where divorce wasn’t finalized, sexual coercion, and there was confinement to her freedom.
Delphine figured it out – Ignatius Leclair, the more he appears refined on the surface, the crazier he gets when he loses control, reasoning with him is pointless. In one ear, out the other, he still follows his own path, domineering and dictatorial.
After helping her into the robe, the man carried her out of the bedroom. Delphine’s feet dangled, her body weak, she could only grip his clothes with furrowed brows, refusing to speak.
"I’ve made seafood porridge and your favorite steak," the man said hoarsely as he carried her down the redwood stairs.
The house had only one housekeeper for cleaning; Ignatius planned to personally take care of cooking and looking after the woman.
Delphine remained silent, looking at the somewhat-aged house. Despite using eco-friendly materials during construction, it was evidently a vacant house, lacking the sense of being lived in.
The house wasn’t big, the environment was quite tranquil, resembling a mountain area, located somewhere west of South Sea, without knowing which mountain range. The entire house was so quiet you could hear the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing from the mountains.
In the first-floor dining room, there was indeed seafood porridge and steak prepared. Ignatius settled her on a chair and then sat beside her, slicing the steak.
The grilled tender steak was cut into neat, slender strips and fed to her. The man’s deep phoenix eyes quietly watched her, saying softly, "Your hands are weak, unable to hold the knife and fork."
Delphine, with her distinctly black-and-white eyes, glared coldly at him, reached for the knife and fork herself, and her expression slightly soured when she realized she truly couldn’t even hold them properly.
The man chuckled lowly and said, "I honestly don’t mind feeding you in a different manner."
Her body stiffened slightly, not intending to confront him openly, knowing that no one would help here if he went to extremes. Waiting for Griffith Squire to realize she had disappeared, eventually, he would come looking for her.
These days, she planned to endure. She figured it out, and lowered her eyes, eating silently, consuming whatever he fed her, until she couldn’t eat anymore and then shook her head, saying coldly, "I miss Big Treasure and Little Treasure."
