the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 187: The Person You Fall in Love With When You’re Yo

"I never said that I still like him." Delphine smiled faintly, her gaze coldly drifting toward the resplendent sunset in the distance. This beautiful South Seas dusk often brought her mories of a restless and wandering life—this extravagant red house, the handso and stoic man inside, her own youthful and innocent face, and the child she had lost.

Later, these turned into her deepest nightmares.

She feared the darkness, her emotions barren, her heart as cold and sharp as a blade, yet she donned a mask of hypocrisy and returned to the South Seas.

"If one day he discovers that I used him and wants to put to death, it’s only my own fault—it’s no one else’s to bla," she said, looking at Leah, her gaze gentle yet tinged with unwavering resolve, speaking with chilling indifference.

If that day should ever co, it would almost be a form of release. Years of drifting and avoiding—she was exhausted.

Leah stared at her fixedly, an intricate emotion flickering across her cold and alluring face. After all these years, she still hadn’t moved on. It’s true—soone you recklessly fell in love with during your youth would be etched into your bones, whether as love or searing hatred.

Especially since all these years, Delphine had refused to ntion that child. That was the true deadlock between them.

Leah gritted her teeth and said lowly, "If that day truly cos, no matter how powerful Ignatius Leclair becos, the two of us siblings won’t go down without a fight."

Delphine’s gaze showed a trace of emotion, but when it ca to the Leclair Family, she would never drag the Squire siblings into it. She only hoped Leah could live a good life, not like her—trapped in wounds of the past that could never heal, paralyzed and unable to move forward.

As the two spoke, the cheerful voice of the old butler suddenly ca from the side hall: "Young Master is back."

A man’s voice, low and indifferent, replied casually.

Leah noticed that Delphine had once again slipped back into her usual distant and serene deanor, as if the earlier conversation had been nothing but an auditory hallucination. She no longer pursued the topic.

"Will you stay for dinner?" Delphine glanced toward the direction of the side hall and asked.

"Not staying. I’ll head ho. Watching you two eat ruins my appetite." Leah lazily waved her hand, but deep inside, she still felt anger. A perfectly fine elder sister, turned into this because of that man—Leah Squire was suffocating, how could she possibly eat?

"Then let walk you out." Delphine rose, took Leah’s hand, shook it gently, her large eyes guiltless and slightly teary as she looked at her.

Seeing Delphine rarely act coy, Leah surrendered, fiercely poking her forehead, grinding her teeth as she said, "Call if anything happens."

"Got it, Your Majesty." Delphine winked at her, a faint smile on her lips, revealing two elusive dimples.

As the two left, Ignatius Leclair was still in the side hall, as was his assistant, Maximilian.

Leah caught sight of Ignatius Leclair, sneered coldly, and walked off without so much as a glance, while Delphine escorted her out of the Leclair estate, lingering for a mont before turning back.

Ignatius noticed her listless deanor, her mood lacking the buoyancy of yesterday’s, and, seeing Leah Squire’s sharp gaze upon leaving, his long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. The Squire siblings—the sister even more brash than the brother—who had spoiled them so brazenly?

Ignatius glanced at Maximilian, who imdiately understood and said with a smile, "Miss Delphine, are you worried about yesterday’s livestream incident? The matter has already been resolved. The official statent claims it was a crazed male fan from next door who barged in, causing the livestream to be interrupted. Recently, since you’ve been startled and shaken, you’re advised to rest for a while and refrain from going out to work."

Rest again, not work? Delphine’s expression shifted slightly as she looked toward the assistant, Maximilian.

Maximilian kept his gaze down, nose to heart—the kind of look that said, "Don’t bla , it’s Ignatius Leclair’s order." Haha, Mr. Leclair practically wishes you’d stay ho without working all day long.