the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 500 We are husband and wife, there’s no reason to sl

Ignatius Leclair’s gaze was deep and impenetrable as he waited for Maximilian to reveal the identity of the person in question. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Delphine drop a glass water pitcher in the living room. His handso face imdiately darkened, and he quickly stood up and headed out.

Delphine, having just poured water, was a bit absent-minded. The glass pitcher slipped off the edge of the table and shattered on the floor. She froze montarily, but before she could react, the man had already rushed over and barked, "Don’t move!"

Ignatius’s strikingly handso face was dark, as if it could drip water. He stepped onto the shattered glass, scooped her up by the waist, and carried her to the sofa. Lifting the hem of her dress, he examined her snow-white, delicate feet.

The man’s warm, calloused palms cradled her feet. Seeing a faint blood mark on the pale skin of her instep, his expression turned grim. He imdiately ordered Maximilian to fetch the first-aid kit and instructed another man to clean up the broken glass.

"It’s just a little scratch from the glass, nothing serious," Delphine said softly, shifting her toes as he held her feet, feeling utterly uneasy under his gaze.

"Mrs. Leclair," Ignatius’s voice was low, laced with a hint of anger. "You are mine now. Even a minor injury reflects my failure."

Delphine was startled, stunned by his words. This was the first ti he had called her "Mrs. Leclair." His handso face carried a rare trace of nervousness, and his phoenix eyes were fixed on her injured foot, as though she were the most important person in his life.

"The first-aid kit is here," Maximilian quickly brought it over.

Delphine instinctively pulled her foot back.

The man blinked, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as he shot a glance at his assistant.

Maximilian averted his eyes, placed the first-aid kit down, and hurried off to assist with sweeping up the glass shards.

With a serious expression, Ignatius cleaned and dicated the wound on her foot. Then, after washing his hands, he issued an order to remove all sharp objects and fragile items from the house. Even the vases on the floor were not spared, leaving the space almost half-empty.

Delphine grew a little anxious. Tugging at his sleeve, she said, "It was just a mont of carelessness that broke the pitcher. Why are you taking this so seriously?"

Ignatius noticed the small, pleading gesture of her tugging at his sleeve. His expression softened slightly, though his tone remained somber as he asked in a low voice, "What were you so lost in thought over just now, hmm?"

Delphine’s gaze flickered briefly. She had seen soone, Season, which brought back mories of her ti with Ignatius. For a mont, she had let herself drift into the past. But those were things she’d rather not reveal. A woman trapped in mories, unable to move on, was, in her mind, the world’s most foolish kind of woman.

Ignatius thought her carelessness was exasperating. What if he hadn’t been there just now? The possibility made his chest tighten. His voice deepened as he said, "Starting tonight, I’m moving in."

Delphine was caught off guard, her eyes widening as she instinctively refused, "No way."

The man sighed with a trace of helplessness. "We’re already married, Delphine."

Yes, they were already husband and wife. Delphine’s lips turned pale. Even if she tried to drive Ignatius out, it wouldn’t change the fact that they were bound together.

The na in her marital status column was still his.

Ignatius ordered Maximilian to bring over all of his belongings. With swift resolve, he moved in, comncing their concealed married life.

Delphine couldn’t stop him, nor did she say anything about their registered marriage. Yunji remained entirely unaware of the situation, choosing to turn a blind eye to the younger generation’s affairs.

That night, after taking a shower, the man appeared at her door in a bathrobe. Knocking lightly, his phoenix eyes dark and enigmatic, he said, "We’re husband and wife now. There’s no reason for us to sleep in separate rooms."