the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 513: That Moment Is Coming Soon

Ignatius Leclair sent Delphine Carter ho and then made a trip to the hospital, not returning until late at night.

Bessie Leclair had tried to slit her wrists at the hospital but was discovered. Subsequently, the Leclair Family enforced a divorce, and Bessie’s parents took her to a botanical research center in South Arica to recover. Her return date was uncertain.

The next major event was Stone Leclair’s promotion to Imperial City. His appointnt letter was soon to be issued to the South Seas division. Finnian brought the news and ntioned that, if arranged well, the timing would soon be optimal.

When Delphine received the news, her heart raced violently. She hadn’t expected Finnian to really accomplish such a feat. The "optimal timing" Finnian ntioned likely hinged on Stone Leclair’s promotion. Delphine felt a subtle sense of relief—lately, Ignatius Leclair had been becoming increasingly strange.

One night, she woke up in the middle of the night to find the man sitting at the edge of the bed, his deep, phoenix-like eyes fixed on her. She was so startled that she nearly scread.

"Why are you sitting here in the middle of the night without sleeping?" she asked, her voice tinged with lingering fear.

The man curved his lips into a smile, kissed her forehead softly, and then left the room.

Delphine simply assud he was struggling with insomnia again and didn’t give it much thought. However, waking up the next day, an unshakable sense that sothing was wrong lingered in her mind.

The one thing that remained constant was Ignatius Leclair’s increasingly overpowering desire to control her. Even going out for a simple walk required his accompanint.

Despite her good nature, Delphine found it almost unbearable.

Learning of Finnian’s developnts brought her an instant wave of relief.

While Delphine’s mood lifted, Ignatius Leclair’s hypnosis sessions reached a plateau. In earlier attempts, he had indeed recalled many fragnts of his ti with Delphine, but the mories abruptly hit a block.

"The only explanation is that the events following those mories are suppressed by your subconscious—perhaps you don’t want to rember them," said the elderly psychologist, Mr. Wen. This was the first ti he had encountered such a situation. The extraordinary self-control of this heir of the South Seas aristocratic family seed to override even his hypnotic suggestions, leaving Mr. Wen mildly irked.

Although Ignatius Leclair seed to develop a certain immunity to hypnosis, the dominating factor was his astonishingly strong self-control.

"Cases like this typically require either the original psychologist who initiated the hypnotherapy to implant suggestions, or a triggering event of sufficient specificity to unlock the mories," Mr. Wen explained.

Ignatius Leclair’s handso face darkened slightly. With Delphine nearing her due date, he had grown increasingly restless, as though sothing was slipping beyond his grasp.

He closed his eyes, trying to piece together the chaotic, fragnted remnants of his past. The real intersection of their lives had begun in the second year after she moved into the Leclair Estate.

The South Seas climate was sultry and rainy, especially during spring and sumr, with frequent thunderstorms. In May, the Leclair Family had gone on a vacation to an island, leaving her alone at the estate.

Ignatius Leclair had never shown interest in such family outings and therefore stayed behind. That ti, a typhoon happened to sweep through the region. He was working overti but suddenly thought of the young girl left behind at ho and, seemingly inexplicably, drove back to the Leclair Estate. By the ti he arrived, the sky had already turned pitch black, heavy rain poured down relentlessly, and crimson lightning split the gloomy heavens.

Soaked through, he stepped into the Leclair Estate only to find the house had lost power.

Calling out yielded no response. The door to the small bedroom, a temporary conversion made from a storage room, was open, but the room was empty.

He rummaged for an ergency flashlight and began searching room by room. He finally found the trembling young girl huddled inside the cabinet beneath the kitchen counter.

"Delphine Carter?" That was the first ti he had called her na, his voice familiar as though he had said it countless tis before—low, cautious, with an almost imperceptible tenderness.