the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 148 Afu, Stop Making Trouble

Delphine was kissed breathless by him, the force of it like a violent storm. Rembering how unrestrained he could be in bed once he started, a faint fear crept up on her. She pushed at him a few tis, struggling to resist.

Her resistance, to a man like Ignatius Leclair, felt no different from a playful scratch. His breath grew heavier as he rasped hoarsely in her ear, "Delphine, don’t fight it."

That low, husky voice shot through Delphine like an electric pulse down her spine, leaving her body limp and her head clouded. To her surprise, he still rembered her nickna.

"Delphine" was the na her grandmother had affectionately given her. She was born prematurely, a frail and sickly child, smaller and weaker than others her age. At the ti, her grandmother feared she wouldn’t survive and gave her the nickna in hopes she’d be blessed with fortune and longevity.

When she turned six and was about to start school, Mrs. Gu gave her the na "Delphine." Over ti, she did grow into soone guarded and reticent, not one to indulge much in happiness.

To Delphine, that nickna was a tender spot in her heart. When Ignatius murmured it now, her struggling weakened until it disappeared entirely, leaving only a soft whimper on her lips.

Ignatius, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in the woman beneath him. Like a cat having its fur smoothed, she had gone pliant. His fox-like, narrow eyes darkened as amusent flickered in them. He chuckled lowly, his voice rough with desire. "Delphine, you want too."

A man as exceptional as Ignatius Leclair, with his stunning features, powerful physique, and stamina far beyond the ordinary, was irresistible to most won.

Seduced by his beguiling voice, Delphine felt her mind spiral into chaos. Opening her mouth, she bit him, trying to make him hurt enough to stop speaking her na, a na that inexplicably filled her with sha.

The man let out a muffled groan, his deep, wolfish eyes narrowing. Planning to savor the long night ahead, it was as though he wanted to devour his prey bite by bite—slowly, deliberately.

The next morning, Delphine awoke abruptly to the sound of Ignatius’s phone ringing.

The man had her in his arms as he reached out to answer the call. Fresh out of sleep, his voice was rare and irresistibly raspy with a sultry edge.

In a low voice, the man murmured, "Grandfather."

Delphine instantly beca more alert.

Bessie Leclair, stung by repeated setbacks the day before, had called their grandfather that very night to complain tearfully.

The elder of the Leclair Family had deliberately chosen early morning to make his call, utterly unaware that his otherwise impeccable eldest grandson was at this mont entangled in warmth and softness.

"Bessie said soone stole her boyfriend. Do you know anything about this?" The old man’s voice was robust and authoritative, a testant to the good health he’d regained during his ti in Switzerland.

Ignatius smirked, his sharp yet handso features softening slightly. He said in a deep voice, "She’s been chasing after Reginald Yeager for years and hasn’t succeeded. Now she has the nerve to cry about it?"

Noting that his grandfather hadn’t ntioned Delphine, Ignatius surmised that Bessie hadn’t dared bring her up. Ignatius knew his cousin well; spiteful and cunning as she was, Bessie always laid the groundwork before striking. Thankfully, she knew what lines not to cross—for now.

"You’re her older brother; help her out if you can. That young man from the Yeager Family is soone I’ve watched grow up. His character and temperant suit us perfectly for a son-in-law. The sooner they marry, the sooner I can hold a great-grandchild. And as for you—you’re not getting any younger either, Ignatius," the elder nagged, sighing heavily.

Ignatius had already noticed that the woman in his arms was awake. Seeing her too stunned to move, amusent laced his gaze. He replied in a low, calm voice, "I understand, Grandfather."

His long, elegant hand rubbed against the woman in his embrace. When it ca to intimacy, he never took precautions. Yet after all this ti... why was there still no sign of anything?

As he thought about it, the deep shadows of his gaze grew even darker, his expression turning ominously cold.