the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Chapter 590
Delphine was suddenly embraced by him, her entire body enveloped in a dense masculine scent, and she shivered slightly, trying to struggle.
The man’s arm tightened like iron. He lowered his head and gave her an unhappy glance, saying coldly, "Don’t move."
Dressed like this, attracting attention everywhere, she still dared to squirm around him. Ignatius Leclair’s face was gloomy, feeling as if he were being made a fool of. After all, she’s the mother of his two children.
Delphine, seeing his obstinate mood flare up again, snorted coldly. Since she couldn’t fight him off, she simply looked at Sisi, whose face was ruined with tears, surprisingly easily brought to tears by Ignatius Leclair’s sharp tongue.
Ignatius Leclair remained expressionless, only lowering his eyes to check Delphine, to see if she was hurt by this ugly creature. At just one glance downward, fury boiled within him; the backless dress was the latest trend this year; although it was tightly covered at the front, her exquisite curves were on full display. It’s like covering the front and wanting the back covered, and once the back was covered, wishing to cover the whole body.
The man was reminded of the passionate nights buried deep in his memory, causing some agitation as he narrowed his phoenix eyes dangerously.
Right at that moment, the lights in the hotel lobby suddenly dimmed, focusing entirely on the main couple of tonight’s 30th wedding anniversary celebration, the Turner couple.
Miss Turner slowly pushed out the custom anniversary cake, and Mr. Turner took the microphone, delivering words filled with excitement.
Delphine saw Cassius Turner walking through the crowd towards her, her face lighting up with joy, about to wave her hand, when both hands were suddenly restrained by the man and pulled to a darker corner.
Feeling a slight panic inside, Delphine said hastily, "Ignatius Leclair, what are you doing?"
The man’s face turned ashen, thinking of the joyful expression she had when looking at Wilbur Turner, his anger couldn’t be contained. This woman must be blind, first liking Magnus Leclair, and now liking Wilbur Turner.
Ignatius Leclair lowered his eyes, looking at her shoulders shining white even in the dim light. His eyes deepened, and as if driven by some impulse, he lowered his head and pressed a restrained kiss on her beautiful shoulder.
Delphine gasped, her complexion paling, feeling the warmth falling, she was so shocked that her legs almost gave way.
Has Ignatius Leclair gone split-personality on her again?
The man first tentatively dropped a kiss, then deepened it continuously at the same spot, his arms tightening, holding her firmly in his embrace, not allowing any movement. Only when a beautiful mark bloomed on Delphine Carter’s shoulder blade did Ignatius Leclair release her satisfied, whispering in her ear, "If I were you, I’d find a jacket, hmm."
Released by him, Delphine’s eyes flared with anger, turning to deliver a slap.
The man seized her hand, holding it in his palm, leveraging his height advantage to lean over her, breathing heavily as he said, "Striking me comes with a price. Have you thought it through?"
Delphine’s face turned pale, pressed by his approaching and threatening implication. In the dim light, Ignatius Leclair’s eyes were as deep as ink, like a beast ready to swallow her whole.
This feeling was all too familiar; it was how he was when desire overcame him before, no, this was more terrifying than before.
Delphine felt her breath turning difficult, when suddenly the lights brightened, and over there, the Turner couple’s emotional speech had ended, and they started to cut the cake.
"Delphine?" Cassius Turner pushed through the crowd, looking at Delphine being cornered by Ignatius Leclair, his face turning terribly unsightly.