the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 830: Madam, You Don’t Even Have the Strength to Get Out of Bed

Ignatius Leclair watched as she ate half a bowl of porridge and half a piece of steak, which was indeed consistent with her usual appetite. Only then did he stop feeding her, eating a bit of the leftovers himself. The man ate with extreme elegance, not speaking, as if he hadn’t heard what she said.

Delphine held her patience and waited until he finished eating before she continued, "Who’s taking care of Nicholas and Benjamin?"

Ignatius called for the staff to clean up, then picked her up and carried her upstairs, seeing her clutch his clothes in fear. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "At the Leclair Family estate, when you’ve recovered, I’ll bring the kids over."

Delphine felt a bit frantic, her condition was much better.

"Take me to the hospital, I’ll get checked and if everything’s fine, I need to get back to filming." Delphine thought of the kids and the unfinished movie, realizing she didn’t have time to waste with him. Divorce was a long-term battle, she had anticipated that, but it didn’t include being trapped in this remote area.

"The film is on hold until you recover; I already asked Maximilian to handle it," the man said nonchalantly, stating it as a fact.

"It’s my film, you can’t," Delphine was exasperated, clutching his arm. Suddenly, a rush of blood made her dizzy, and she couldn’t utter a word.

Ignatius held her tighter, carried her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. He then gently touched her head and said in a low voice, "You don’t even have the strength to get out of bed, Madam."

Delphine leaned on the pillow, her blood finally calming down, her whole body turning cold. She glared at him angrily, knowing it was his doing.

Ignatius noted that her face was only palm-sized, with a pointed chin, yet her eyes were a strikingly clear mix of black and white, bright and appealing.

"In the future, you can’t be harsh or glare at me. I’m not in a good mood lately." He lightly kissed her fair forehead and smiled gently, "Not in the best mood, so things in bed might get out of hand, you understand, Madam."

Delphine’s fingertips trembled, almost throwing something at his handsome face.

"Ignatius Leclair, I want a divorce. Don’t you understand human words? Imprisonment is illegal. When are we going to talk about divorce?" Delphine spoke in broken sentences, finally getting the words out, tilting her small face defiantly against him.

The man’s gentle, handsome smile faded, and he frowned, his long, strong fingers grasping her pointed chin, thumb caressing her cherry-like lips. His gaze was as deep as ink as he said lightly, "Madam, you spoke wrongly."

After speaking, the man lowered his head and punished her with a kiss on her cherry lips.

Delphine was limp, kissed by him, finding even breathing difficult, gasping for air while lying on the bed.

Ignatius noticed how weak she looked lying on the bed, her nose covered with a thin layer of sweat. Her voice lost some strength, carrying the soft, sticky tone of the South River region. Her robe style was quite alluring; she wasn’t wearing any undergarments, and her body was vaguely discernible, causing his gaze to gradually heat up.

The previous night’s actions had been too harsh, and today he behaved with extra warmth and restraint, fearing to further agitate her fragile nerves.

The man perfectly maintained control. Here, she had no choice but to rely on him for everything. He intended for her to depend on him from body to spirit, and only on him.

"Go away, I want to rest." Delphine noticed his odd expression, recalling last night’s events, her face turning slightly pale.

"I’ll help you wash up." Seeing this, the man offered, leaning to pick her up.

"Just let the maid take care of me." She clutched the blanket nervously.