the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 259: The more you hold back, the more you want it wh

"Miss Zamora, you should head back first," Ignatius Leclair stood at the bedroom doorway and spoke indifferently.

Kyla Zamora’s body trembled slightly as she replied, "Alright. It’s just that Delphine has been under a lot of pressure from filming lately. If she said sothing rash, I hope you can be understanding and not hold it against the young lady."

Kyla wanted to say more, but when she saw the man’s deep gaze, dark as ink, fixed unwaveringly on Delphine, as if he hadn’t heard a single word she’d said, her words faltered, and she quietly retreated.

As Kyla left, the expansive suite fell into a deathly silence. Ignatius bent down to retrieve the food delivered by the hotel and spoke gravely, "Eat so food first. It’ll give you strength to continue filming. Don’t you always love acting?"

Since returning yesterday evening until now, she hadn’t had a single drop to drink. Combined with the chaos of the previous night, even a body of iron wouldn’t be able to endure it. Ignatius reached out to pull her.

Delphine’s face was pale as she shrank toward the direction of the window, her voice filled with disgust as she said, "Don’t touch ."

Ignatius’s hand froze mid-air. Looking down at her palm-sized face, an unsettling pain, sharp and intricate like needles, erupted in his chest.

"Disgusted by ? You don’t want to touch you?" Ignatius’s voice was terrifyingly low, his expression dark as clouds gathered overhead, his tone chilling.

Delphine saw his grim expression but remained unflustered. Tilting her delicate face up, she sneered coldly, "Every ti you touch , I feel no pleasure. That feeling is no different from stripping naked and standing before a crowd—it’s nothing but humiliation."

Her indifference toward intimacy stemd entirely from the shadows of that scandal years ago.

Delphine noticed his expression change drastically and coldly sneered with deliberate precision, "Mr. Leclair, such a noble man. To stoop so low as to sleep with a fatherless illegitimate daughter, and so addicted to it that you’re willing to force yourself upon . How twisted does your heart have to be? Does that Miss Cloud from the Cloud Family know about this?"

Ignatius’s face turned darker as he took deep breaths. He stared at her lips as those cutting, mocking words spilled forth, yet he showed no anger. Instead, the thought of silencing her irritating mouth flashed in his mind.

The thought ca and went in an instant. His strong, muscular arms enveloped her fiercely before he lowered his head and kissed her. He pressed her directly onto the soft, oversized bed.

The woman in his arms struggled violently, but to him, her efforts were akin to a tickle.

"Stop it, Delphine..." Ignatius’s voice caught deep in his throat. From childhood until now, he had never bowed his head to anyone, nor had he ever curbed the burning desire to have soone like her.

He had tried to restrain himself, yet the more he suppressed these feelings, the more uncontrollably wild they beca the mont he touched her.

"lody is just a junior," he muttered hoarsely, though the patriarch had always hoped they would marry. Ignatius had tried to comply with the elder’s wishes, but he realized he had already beco obsessed with Delphine’s body.

In Switzerland, as well as recently in the South Seas, he’d tried his best to grow close to lody. Yet, not once had he felt the impulse or desire to kiss her. Not once.

Only with this woman—it was like she was his poppy flower, poisoning him bit by bit, down to the bone. The irony was, this woman was indifferent to passion, while all he wanted was to die by her side.

Ignatius’s thoughts surged and crashed like turbulent waves. His heart was like a storm—the wind and thunder raging uncontrollably. He had never sunk into a situation so beyond his grasp before, and no one could ever understand the dark, insane thoughts that haunted his soul.

The man’s expression shifted constantly between shadows and light. To drive her away, just like five years ago—that way, he’d still be the Leclair Family heir, the man who controlled everything.

This notion flickered montarily before cold seeped through him entirely, plunging him into an icy abyss.