the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 848: Retribution in This Life—Even Mr. Li Has His Da

Ignatius Leclair’s handso face was unusually stern, his long and powerful fingers clearly demarcated, rubbing the wooden table surface, squinting in thought, visiting her twice every year?

Now it’s June, so when Emily Thorne invited him, he went subconsciously.

"The Thorne Family went bankrupt years ago, but relying on Emily Thorne, the whole family beca wealthy again and has turned into local tycoons," Arthur White investigated all aspects of the Thorne Family and placed the information before Ignatius Leclair.

Ignatius Leclair didn’t even glance at the Thorne Family’s information, coldly ordered, "Have Old Six handle this matter. Make her speak and spill all the truth. Do it now."

Arthur White saw Ignatius’s determination to get results today, quickly made a call to Old Six to pry open Emily Thorne’s mouth.

After finishing the call, Arthur White saw Delphine Carter supporting herself as she ca down the stairs slowly. She paused after every step, her features pale to near translucence, her features delicate, brows and eyes indifferent, creating a peculiar beauty.

Arthur White turned his face to look at the scenery, not daring to randomly look at the boss’s woman; after all, this man is vengeful.

The man was already up, going to embrace her down the stairs, his voice gentle and low, yet with a slight caution: "I made porridge for you, along with the pickles you love."

Arthur looked at his nose and then at his heart, feeling sowhat unable to listen, yet inexplicably a bit pleased, Ignatius has t his match today. Apart from his late wife and the old lady from the Howard Family, he had never seen him care for a woman like this.

Cosmic karma, finally soone has managed to ta Ignatius.

Delphine slept too much yesterday; now awake, her head still dizzy, her limbs recovering a bit of strength, she ca downstairs for so fresh air. Seeing Ignatius coming to take her downstairs, she said nothing, letting him carry her down.

The stairs were too many, indeed; it took her a lot of ti and effort to walk down.

Ignatius carried her downstairs, placing her in the living room’s resting area, knowing she favored this spot. The sofa hanging chair was comfortable, and she could feel the wind traversing north and south, the mountain breeze was pleasant, far beyond an air conditioner.

This sumrhouse featured a north-south transparent openness, connecting the front court to the back garden.

Ignatius went to serve breakfast to Delphine: chicken shredded millet porridge brewed, freshly squeezed soy milk, crispy bacon, and pickles obtained from places unknown, emitting fragrance, a simple Chinese breakfast, which inexplicably whetted her appetite.

Delphine ate breakfast with her head down, still ignoring him.

The man wasn’t annoyed, watching her intently eat the breakfast he made, feeling a weird sense of satisfaction.

The soy milk was freshly squeezed from black beans, Delphine’s favorite flavor, richly sweet; she disliked milk but accepted soy milk.

"Benjamin’s dislike for milk is inherited from you," Ignatius noted as he saw her finish the whole cup of soy milk, a bit remaining on her lips. His gaze darkened slightly, reaching out to wipe it for her.

Delphine instinctively dodged, eting his deep and narrow phoenix eyes, she took a tissue and wiped it herself, then glanced at Arthur White, saying faintly, "Mr. White seems to be unmarried yet?"

Suddenly called out, Arthur White’s body shook, sowhat dumbfounded, was Ignatius’s fire reaching him?

"Usually quite busy, haven’t had ti to consider these things," Arthur White said with a bitter face. He was a year older than Ignatius, stationed in the United Kingdom for years, mostly interacting with blond, blue-eyed won, not even considering dating. He couldn’t quite bring himself to make a move.

Changing one’s aesthetic is tough, let alone crossing the racial chasm.