the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 681: Like Her, Want to Analyze My Most Complete Self

The man stared at the empty suite with a stern expression, entered the bathroom, and lay down in the icy-cold water, his hands weakly propped against the edge of the tub as he closed his eyes.

His mind was in chaos—flashes of the shadowy storage room, monts of him driving her out of the Leclair Family, mories of her giving birth to two children and leaving on her own. This ti, he was certain she would leave with the two children and never return.

On his handso face was a trace of agony. Among the mories he could recall throughout these years, the only vivid ones were the fragnts of ti he’d spent with her. Whether they were his monts or Magnus Leclair’s, they were deeply etched in his mind, like roots firmly planted, impossible to remove.

Those hidden emotions fernting in the dark nights surged to the surface under the effect of the aphrodisiac, mixed with threads of despair, instantly overwhelming him. A hoarse and indistinct sound erged from the depths of his throat as his entire body slipped into the tub, subrged in the cold water.

Delphine ran out of Cloud Summit, her mind clearing slightly as the cold wind hit her face. She rembered that Ignatius Leclair hadn’t neutralized the aphrodisiac in his system. After hesitating for a long while, she finally gritted her teeth and turned back.

She thought to herself: she must be insane. Why would she still care about Ignatius Leclair? That man, for years, had only played with people’s hearts from high above, cold and ruthless. Even though everything he had done to her could be attributed to their lack of emotional foundation, and there was no question of betrayal, it still couldn’t hide his cold-hearted nature.

Delphine entered Cloud Summit and went to Ignatius Leclair’s exclusive suite. The door was still ajar, just as it had been when she left. Searching around, she finally found him in the bathroom. Seeing his entire body subrged in the tub, the cold water covering his head, she hurriedly bent down and pulled him out. Her anger surged, and without thinking, she snapped: "Ignatius Leclair, you truly are the coldest, most heartless man under the heavens! Can you stop acting without considering others? Can you think about Nicholas and Benjamin for once?"

The man was pulled out of the icy tub, unsure if he was hearing things. When he saw Delphine, who had returned despite her earlier departure, he stared closely at her angry little face. The tall and dignified man was suddenly like a chastened schoolboy, remaining silent and allowing her to scold him. His phoenix eyes were dark and deep, unblinking, offering no explanation. He simply couldn’t bear it anymore, which was why he’d let himself sink into the cold water.

Delphine scolded and scolded until she began to feel uncomfortable herself, her eyes brimming with tears. No matter how much of a bastard he was, he was still the father of her two children. If sothing happened to Ignatius Leclair, how could she face Nicholas and Benjamin?

Thinking about this, Delphine squatted beside the bathtub, her eyes reddened, choking as she said, "Get up, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"Alright." The man’s voice was low and hoarse, weighed down as he said, "Go to the bedroom and get my clothes."

In his current state, he felt miserably disheveled, especially in front of the woman he loved. Ignatius Leclair was overwheld by an inexplicable sense of defeat, yet sowhere beneath it, there lingered a faint glimr of hope and joy.

Now, he was gradually able to feel what it ant to like soone—giving everything he had with no reservations, whether it was the dazzling brilliance of his exterior or the oppressive, restrained ugliness of his inner desires. He loved this woman and wanted to lay bare his truest self before her.

Delphine went to the bedroom to fetch clothes for Ignatius Leclair. By the ti she returned, the man had already gotten out of the tub and dried himself off. However, the aphrodisiac hadn’t worn off, and his entire body was tense, his muscles taut, exuding a dangerous aura.

Delphine handed over the shirt, and Ignatius frowned slightly, looking at the crumpled garnt as he murmured, "There are new ones in the wardrobe."