the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 839: Whatever You Want, I’ll Give You
Delphine’s body suddenly stiffened, her hand hadn’t yet touched the phone in the cabinet, and her heart sank halfway.
Ignatius Leclair approached from behind, wrapping his arm around her astonishingly slender waist, resting his head on her delicate shoulder, and said in a husky, seductive voice, "If you want something, just ask me. I’ll give you anything you want."
His voice carried an inexplicable allure and tease.
Delphine was already struggling to stand, and with his weight pressing down, her legs instantly softened, and she leaned completely into his embrace. Ignatius enjoyed the feeling of warmth and softness in his arms, his phoenix eyes looking at the old toys in the cabinet, and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, I learned wood carving from my mother when I was young. I carved these little things myself. I was going to throw them away, but my mother said to keep them, that they’d be treasures when we look at them decades later."
Ignatius reached out with his long, powerful, well-defined fingers and picked out a little lamb, his phoenix eyes deep as he said, "Doesn’t it look like Missus?"
What a pervert. Delphine was wrapped in the man’s strong arms, glared at him with her large black and white eyes, and snorted coldly, "Do you always walk without making a sound? It’s scary."
Obviously, she felt guilty as a thief, her mind solely on finding things. The man turned his face slightly, his thin lips gently brushing across her fair chin, his phoenix eyes smiling, yet he said, "Then maybe I’ll walk louder next time, hmm?"
The man tossed the little lamb back, picked her up with one hand, and started walking back.
Delphine watched the old-fashioned phone helplessly, feeling a bit depressed; she wasn’t very adept with electronics. If this house was unoccupied for long periods, there wouldn’t really be much she’d find useful. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Ignatius carried her back to the living room and noticed Arthur White had moved everything in, and said blandly, "Next time, bring some books. What kind of books does the Missus like?"
The second half of the sentence was directed at Delphine.
Delphine pretended not to hear, and continued to lower her head, browsing the art booklet in her hand.
The man wasn’t upset at all. Instead, he earnestly thought about her past preferences and instructed, "Then bring a complete set of Agatha’s detective series over."
Delphine’s hand paused. Her favorite detective writer was Queen Agatha. The first time she came across it was in high school. She accidentally noticed her deskmate secretly reading a detective novel during class. After checking the author’s name, she went to a nearby bookstore after class, and found Agatha’s novels.
At that time, she had just arrived at the Leclair Family. Due to insecurity and timidity, she couldn’t adapt to everything about the Leclair Family, and didn’t really want to return there early. So she dawdled in the bookstore for over an hour each day, and this dawdling led her to fall in love with Agatha.
With no money, she could only read in the bookstore.
Later, when she had money, she never bought the entire collection to keep. Perhaps it was the sense of drifting in her bones that made her feel these things weren’t something she could take away.
During the passionate time with Ignatius, she chirped daily about everything she liked, never expecting him to remember it all.
"What else do you want to buy, hmm?"
Delphine glanced up at Arthur White and said, "Please inform the studio when you return, Mr. White, that I’ve been missing for over 48 hours, and they can file a missing person report."
Arthur White’s expression stiffened for a moment. With a smile, he said, "I apologize for offending Miss Delphine in the past. I hope Miss Delphine won’t joke like this. I’ll be sent to Africa to mine by Young Master Leclair."
