the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 780: The Innate Servility

Delphine raised her eyes to look at his sharply defined face. The man, already over thirty, exuded the charm that only mature n possess. Even if indifferent in deanor, he carried an understated gentleness and refined elegance, tempered by the passing years.

At so point, Ignatius Leclair had changed so much.

Ignatius noticed her faltering response and let out a subtle sigh of relief, curling his lips into a smile. Thankfully, she hadn’t said the words aloud—to let Magnus live and let Ignatius die. Otherwise, he’d have to seriously consider eradicating the dormant second personality completely.

"Yeats is staying here lately. It’s not suitable for to stay in the study. At night, I’ll sleep on the floor in the bedroom," Ignatius said. "Besides, Nicholas and Benjamin are back now. If they find out that Dad and Mom are sleeping in separate rooms, they’ll be upset."

The man’s tone was consultative, but the decision was essentially already made—Ignatius’s brief stint in the study was officially over.

Delphine’s feelings toward him were deeply conflicted nowadays. Ever since learning that Ignatius’s primary personality might awaken at any mont—perhaps it already had—her perception of the man before her had gained an indescribable complexity. Having been ruled over by the cold, dominant side for so long, the remnants of submissiveness ingrained in her occasionally made her knees weaken.

Delphine couldn’t find a good reason to refuse, so she simply stayed silent. With everything happening one after another lately, she decided to just take things one step at a ti.

The conversation ended without conclusion.

"Daddy, Mommy, older brother says he wants to stay at our house," Benjamin ran out from the living room into the garden, grabbing hold of Ignatius’s pant leg. Pointing at Yeats Howard, who was as old as his "Daddy," the little girl blinked her big, dark eyes. "Great-grandma said if brother doesn’t find a wife soon, she’ll break his legs."

"Benjamin!" Ignatius gritted his teeth and called. The six-foot-three Demon King Hun charged forward, trying to catch the tiny troublemaker who barely reached his knee.

The little girl was so frightened she quickly hid behind her Daddy, poking out a fluffy little head and mischievously sticking out her pink tongue playfully. "Bleh~"

The provoked Howard Family’s Little Demon Lord imdiately bared his white teeth, grinding them in threat. "Little Benjamin!"

The little girl scread and dove straight into Delphine’s arms, shouting excitedly, "Brother’s coming to catch ! Mommy, save !"

During this ti, Benjamin and Nicholas’s favorite ga at the Howard Family’s residence had beco a live reenactnt of "cat-and-mouse." The two little mice delighted in bossing around the cat, playing endlessly without a care in the world.

The dignified and handso man straightened up, let out a cold snort, and shot a glance at Yeats Howard. Toweringly tall yet sohow just as childish as Benjamin.

"Uncle, where are you going? Let pave the way for you," Yeats grinned obsequiously as Ignatius prepared to leave, instantly swapping out his expression with one of flattery.

"Calling the old lady," Ignatius said calmly.

Yeats’s eyes lit up. It seed his stay in South Seas might have so hope.

Ignatius called Howard Family’s old matriarch, informing her that Yeats planned to stay in South Seas for a few days and reassuring her that he’d be on the lookout for suitable marriage prospects for him there.

The old matriarch joyfully agreed. That Little Demon Lord hadn’t managed to find a wife in Imperial City—perhaps South Seas would change his fortune.

And so, everyone was happy—Howard Family’s Little Demon Lord escaped impending forced marriage, Ignatius reclaid his spot in the bedroom, and Nicholas and Benjamin got a commanding yet doting older brother doubling as babysitter and nanny.

Three days after the trial ended, South Seas seed calm on the surface, but in truth, dark currents churned underneath, the situation uncertain and ominous.

The triumphant Leclair, who had successfully resolved both legal troubles and marital crises, was busy bonding with Nicholas at ho when the prison called—Stone Leclair wanted to see him.