the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 604: She recognized that the person who wanted to kiss her was Ignatius Leclair, not Magnus Leclair.
Chapter 604: Chapter 604: She recognized that the person who wanted to kiss her was Ignatius Leclair, not Magnus Leclair.
Delphine had a great time with Nicholas and Benjamin at the amusement park, and when Ignatius Leclair came to pick them up, he was unusually quiet.
Delphine ignored it, and took the two children back to the hotel to freshen up. Nicholas and Benjamin, exhausted from playing, quickly took over their mommy’s bed like little pigs and fell into a sweet sleep.
After her bath, Delphine found herself unable to sleep, so she opened a bottle of red wine and sat by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window. She drank a little wine; though she had been back for some time, she rarely indulged in such sentimentality. Now the children were growing up healthy and safe, she had returned to her career while studying, and everything seemed to be moving in the best direction. Yet, in the stillness of night, an indescribable sadness would still well up inside her.
She didn’t know how much wine she drank until the doorbell rang.
Benjamin and Nicholas turned over in bed and continued sleeping.
She got up to open the door.
The man stood outside, noticing her wet, unblown hair after the bath, the scent of red wine on her, and the rare hint of daze on her usually indifferent face. He knew she was somewhat drunk.
"I came to check on Nicholas and Benjamin," Ignatius Leclair said in his deep voice as he entered the room. Seeing her still standing foolishly at the door, he reached out and closed the door.
The two little ones were curled up like little dumplings, sleeping soundly, forming a small bump on the big bed.
Having checked on the children, Ignatius Leclair’s expression softened a bit. Seeing Delphine sit back at the floor-to-ceiling window to drink, he couldn’t help but frown, walked over, grabbed her wine glass, and said gravely: "You’re drinking too much; you’ll regret it tomorrow with a headache."
Delphine already felt a bit of a headache, unsure if it was from overthinking or recent film-making stress. Holding her head, she waved him off, speaking lowly: "Close the door when you leave."
The man’s face was handsome, lowering his gaze, he reached out to steady her swaying head.
In the deep of night, the two little buns slept sweetly, and the room’s atmosphere inexplicably turned ambiguous and somber.
Ignatius Leclair cupped her small face, seeing her post-bath visage, pale to almost transparent, now tinged with a thin layer of pink from the wine, her hair damp, soaking her thin nightdress. Her exquisite collarbones were like butterfly wings, poised to fly. His gaze deepened, about to lower his face.
As he was about to kiss her rosy lips, Delphine turned her cheek slightly, and his warm kiss landed on her face.
"Even though you both have the same face, I know it’s not you," her voice was inexplicably hoarse. Despite the throbbing headache, she recognized that the person attempting to kiss her was Ignatius Leclair, not Magnus Leclair.
That man from their youth who cared for her, brought her sweets, helped her cram for exams, found her in the hot spring cave, and promised to be good to her for a lifetime, was not him.
He’s gone forever, and she never even got the chance to say goodbye.
Delphine turned her head, her eyes growing moist. In youth, one really shouldn’t fall in love so easily. Sometimes love, once it begins, lasts a whole lifetime, and there’s no turning back.
Ignatius Leclair’s expression was inscrutable. He extended his long fingers, slid them across her eye corner, feeling her tears roll down, scorching his heart with a slight pain.
Actually, what Magnus Leclair could do, he could do too.
The man’s thin lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.
"Was Magnus really that good?" the man spoke in a low tone, his voice seeming to resonate from deep within his throat, with a hint of chest vibration.
Yes, he really was. What was so sweet then, became so tormenting later.
Delphine shook her head with a smile, said sadly, "Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You don’t even comprehend feelings."
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