Ignatius Leclair saw a radiant light in her striking black-and-white eyes, a glow he had never encountered before. It made her delicate little face even more enchanting. An inexplicable thought flickered through his mind.
This is how she was meant to be—free to grow, living her most beautiful self, not shackled by her origins or those shadowy pasts.
Ignatius restrained his impulse to kiss her. After a long pause, he spoke in his deep voice, "Mm, go ahead."
Delphine saw him relent, her large eyes curved in delight. She straightened up and buried herself in reading the script.
The man seemed frozen, as if struck by a spell, his body slightly stiff. Just now, had she smiled at him?
For reasons unknown, the corners of Ignatius's lips subtly lifted, diluting the cold expression in his eyes. He glanced at East, who stood outside like a motionless pillar, and said faintly, "Head back to Leclair Manor."
