the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 801: Little Wife

Delphine was focused on the pictures, feeling that these images of cruise ships were simply made for the movie, and nodded enthusiastically.

She didn’t have ti to think through the implications of his words; it wasn’t until later that she rembered so scenes would have to be shot at night, and staying overnight was inevitable.

Ignatius noticed that her mind was entirely on the movie filming, his eyes lowered as he looked at her small face, a flash of darkness flickering in his phoenix-like eyes, and he stood up, saying softly, "I’m going to the study, you sleep first."

Delphine nodded and continued looking at the cruise ship photos. Seeing this, Ignatius remained silent, then turned and went into the study.

Before Magnus’s issue was resolved, he would absolutely not touch her.

With a persona inside that could awaken at any mont, Ignatius felt a strange sense of being watched during lovemaking, which a clean freak like him could not tolerate at all.

The man entered the study, sat on the leather sofa chair, pressed his aching temples, and his expression darkened. Is this even a life to live?

Ignatius looked at the night outside, expressionless as he opened his phone contacts, flipping through until he saw Constantine’s number, rembering the stray cat being kept at ho, and dialed the number.

Constantine answered, his voice slightly hoarse, "What’s up?"

"Nothing. Lately, have you ddled in the South Seas business?" Ignatius was just making small talk.

Constantine let out a cold laugh, impatiently saying, "If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up. The wife’s run away, why should I care about your South Seas business?"

Ignatius finally felt a bit better inside, curling his lips into a smile, "Run away again? No wonder you’re frustrated, biting everyone you et." Constantine’s little wife often ran away from ho, but this ti she’d been gone a bit longer because she was in his territory.

Constantine snorted. He initially planned to hang up but suddenly rembered that Ignatius was always a guy who prioritized won over friends. With such leisure ti not spent sweet-talking with his wife, what was his aim in calling?

"Is Chloe with you?" His voice sank as he thought about how Chloe seed particularly fond of Delphine. After she ran away this ti, he had checked everywhere with people she knew, except for Delphine. With this thought, Constantine grit his teeth, almost certain she was in the South Seas.

When he found her, he intended to keep her bedridden for a month until she was pregnant.

"Heh, I have a wife. Would I hide your little girl here?" Ignatius sneered and hung up the phone.

Heh, he has a wife, but looks without touching. Ignatius’s face darkened; in a foul mood, he opened video calls for a eting, ordering everyone to wake up and work overti.

That night, the executives who were ready to cuddle their wives for so loving were called one by one with consecutive calls, working overti with faces like wilted leaves until dawn.

The next morning, Delphine was awakened by the commotion downstairs.

"Sounds like Chloe’s voice." Delphine nudged Ignatius.

"Ignore it." Ignatius closed his eyes and hugged her tighter. He had only co back to sleep at dawn.

Delphine pushed him aside, got up, put on a coat, and went downstairs.

She saw the always calm and extrely handso Mr. Stewart sitting on her sofa, expressionless as he tore off his tie and directly tied up the arms of the rampaging young girl, Chloe.

Chloe was kicking Constantine while scolding, "Old man, stinky man, turtle bastard, impotent, just a wife-beating jerk."

Seeing this scene, Delphine hurried downstairs, stepped forward, and said, "Constantine, what are you doing?"

Without lifting his eyes, Constantine coldly said, "Disciplining the wife."