the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 843: Mommy Is the Treasure, Benjamin Is Just Grass

Calling him husband? Delphine naturally wouldn’t do that. Although Ignatius Leclair likes to call her wife with his low, luxurious voice, sounding quite seductive, Delphine always hears it as if he’s calling out his possession, with a strong sense of possessiveness. So she’s a bit sensitive to the word "wife."

They’ve known each other for many years, but there haven’t been many peaceful moments, and even fewer genuine exchanges. Delphine feels there might never be a time for heartfelt connection between them.

A person like Ignatius Leclair, whose thoughts are as deep as the sea, would he ever share his heart? Haha.

So she never calls him husband. If she weren’t trapped in this remote wilderness, she wouldn’t even want to glance at him, especially since the Emily Thorne incident hasn’t been accounted for yet.

Don’t think that by spending time with her, calling her wife a few times, and putting effort into the bed sheets, she’ll lose her mind.

Delphine keeps silent about calling him husband, and Ignatius Leclair doesn’t mention taking her out, so neither of them pays attention to the other.

At dinner, the man first lowers his head and says casually, "When Nicholas and Benjamin have summer vacation, I’ll bring them here for a while, hmm?"

Delphine perks up her ears, her dark eyes focusing on the book in her hand, without saying a word.

Seeing this, the man gently rubs his forehead, sighs softly, walks over, and holds her in his arms, saying in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Delphine didn’t expect him to lower himself to coax her, but she knows this man won’t easily let her go. Once Ignatius Leclair makes a decision, not even nine oxen can pull him back. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She pushes him away and continues to read.

The man’s deep phoenix eyes stare at her but don’t mention taking her to the Leclair Manor. Once leaving here, Delphine would have ways to escape his control. Moreover, the old man always thought they were traveling abroad, unaware that he was keeping her in the mountains.

He has long been ensnared by this relationship, day and night facing her, wishing he could swallow her whole to alleviate the inner hunger and insecurity. Unless she truly loves him, he won’t let her leave.

This matter was brushed aside and not mentioned. The next afternoon, Delphine was asleep, the man instructed the servants to watch her closely, and then returned to the Leclair Manor.

When the man arrived at the Leclair Manor, the two little ones were playing in the yard with Nathan Leclair.

Nathan Leclair, unmarried and without children, naturally has no kids of his own but genuinely adores the two little ones of the Leclair Family. Whenever he sees something to eat, drink, or play with, he brings it over to them. This cheerful Lord Everyone talks about in the Southern noble family circles, turns into a silly uncle spoiling Nicholas and Benjamin in their presence.

When Ignatius Leclair came in, Benjamin and Nicholas were wearing matching blue-checkered shirts, the little girl dressed adorably in a skirt, and the little boy in overalls. Both their faces are stunningly beautiful.

Benjamin was eating candied hawthorn, nibbling on it while tugging Uncle’s pant leg, looking up saying, "Uncle, daddy said he would build me a candy house. Can I build it at Grandpa’s house?"

The little girl almost demanded outright, make me a candy house.

"Benjamin, will you eat the roof and windows of the candy house?" Nicholas couldn’t understand Benjamin’s obsession with sweets, thinking surely her teeth will fall out, will fall out.

"Of course, I want to eat the whole house." The little girl hummed, rubbing her belly saying, "I can eat a lot."

Nathan Leclair leaned down, picked up the little girl, pinched Benjamin’s small nose, and laughed, "Your daddy’s here, ask your daddy."

"Liar, Daddy only wants Mommy, doesn’t want Benjamin and brother anymore. Mommy is the treasure, Benjamin is just grass." The little girl continued licking the candied hawthorn in her hand, kicking her little legs. Every night during video calls, before she could say a few words to Mommy, Daddy would get unhappy.

Bad Daddy, taking her Mommy away.