the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 30: Are you upset about undressing?

Delphine left the Yeager Family villa without any obstacles; Mrs. Yeager indeed didn’t give her a hard ti. Walking behind the assistant, she glanced at Ignatius Leclair’s black Rolls-Royce, and a trace of lingering fear crept into her heart.

If she had accidentally beaten Leo Yeager to death today, her life would have been over with the Yeagers.

The car door opened, and the pressure in the environnt sharply dropped. The assistant, Maximilian, glanced at Delphine in trepidation. Today, Ignatius’s face was as terrifying as it could get; Miss Five really stirred up a massive disaster this ti.

Delphine got in the car. The Rolls-Royce had an exceptionally spacious interior, especially since this one that Ignatius drove was the extended version. She carefully seated herself near the door. Ignatius leaned against the mini bar inside, pouring himself a glass of red wine, not even sparing her a glance, his handso features steeped in cold gravity.

The car was enveloped in a deathly silence. Delphine licked her dry lips, the only sound the slow drip of blood from her hand onto the carpet.

Panic gripped her as she pressed down on the wound hastily, but the movent only caused her injury to widen.

Ignatius’s expression darkened further. He raised his eyes, his deep gaze icy as he spat out each word slowly: "Take–it–off."

Delphine turned even paler, silently beginning to undo her cocktail dress. She was wearing an off-shoulder dress with a zipper at the back, but blood stained both hands, and the material of the dress beca ruined with her touch.

She lowered her gaze, her eyes dry and stinging, and for so reason, she suddenly recalled Jocelyn Yeager’s words from earlier.

"You deserve to be treated with the best."

The reality was, she had always been nothing more than a plaything for n. The saying "trying to maintain the image of a saint despite being a whore" perfectly encapsulated her existence.

She slipped off the cocktail dress, her soft and delicate figure fully exposed. The confined space inside the car left her no room to stand, forcing her to kneel on the seat.

"Do you want to take off more?" she asked in a raspy voice, raising her eyes to look at Ignatius. Her obsidian-black pupils revealed no trace of emotion.

Ignatius downed the red wine in one gulp and let out a deep, cold laugh. "Feeling aggrieved, are you? Leo Yeager, that piece of trash—you smashed him, and didn’t even care that it might dirty your hands?"

The man extended his arm, drawing her into his embrace and pressing her onto the leather seat, his wine-scented lips descending on hers.

Delphine’s hands were restrained, feeling him pressing down on her wound. The pain caused her to let out a low moan.

Ignatius didn’t stop; his movents grew fiercer like a wild beast, biting down on her pale skin. This was punishnt—his eyes were filled with fury. Delphine dared not resist, the bites’ stinging pain montarily shifting her focus away from the injury. She realized it hurt less than before, though blood had now stained the seat, leaving the Rolls-Royce irreparably soiled.

Ignatius, consud with rage, exerted trendous strength. Delphine, utterly ravaged by his treatnt, realized for the first ti that Ignatius had been gentle in the past. If every encounter were as brutal as tonight’s, she was certain she wouldn’t survive long in his bed.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself at Ignatius’s mansion.

Ignatius was nowhere to be seen. She fumbled to turn on the light, discovering that the wound on her hand had been treated and professionally dressed.

The ti was still early—just past three in the morning.

Delphine got up, drawing in a sharp breath as she felt the soreness in her body. Her strength completely drained, she noticed the bruises and bite marks scattered across her skin. Enduring the pain, she walked to the bathroom and imrsed herself in warm water, slowly bathing her exhausted fra.

She had to recover quickly. The drama production was nearing its wrap-up, and then there was her mother. She sighed softly, rembering the furious and sorrowful look her mother had given her as she left the Yeager Family household.

Lost in a daze as she soaked in the water, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Ignatius entered and scooped her up. The chill from his body caused her to shudder awake.