the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 867: Fingers Interlaced, Wedding Rings Sparkling Tog

Delphine supported the eighty-year-old Leclair Family patriarch to the South Seas Hotel, and upon raising her eyes to look at the towering landmark, she noticed that although it was dusk, all the neon lights of South Seas were lit up, creating a dazzling display that colored the entire sky.

"Delphine, let’s go up too," the patriarch said energetically, dressed in a brand-new Tang suit and leaning on a cane.

Below the South Seas Hotel, a crowd of elites had already gathered, chatting amongst themselves. When they saw the Leclair Family patriarch, who had kept to himself for days, stepping outside, they eagerly approached to greet him. Their eyes swept over Delphine, noticing her simple black off-shoulder evening gown and her elegantly swept-up long hair. She wore no expensive jewelry, but her radiant skin shone against the elegant, butterfly-like collarbones, her delicate features stunning, clearly recognized as the Leclair Family’s acknowledged granddaughter-in-law.

Soone sharp-eyed noticed the dazzling wedding ring on her ring finger, and their gaze grew even more fervent. How many people were now hoping for Ignatius Leclair to regain control, and the significance of this Mrs. Leclair’s status was apparent.

The patriarch was warmly surrounded by everyone, smiling as he greeted them. Suddenly, soone exclaid, "Ignatius Leclair is here."

A handso and stern man erged from the hotel, his features sharply chiseled and deep. With a noble presence, he lowered his voice and said, "Grandfather."

The man’s gaze fell on Delphine, noting her choice of an off-shoulder gown, his gaze deepening slightly. He reached out to hold her hand, their wedding rings on ring fingers shimring, drawing a wave of discussion.

Delphine was tightly grasped by him and could not easily break free in front of others, so they proceeded hand in hand all the way to the 99th floor.

It was a revisit to a familiar place; years ago, it was for Bessie Leclair’s wedding, now for her parents’ wedding anniversary. The presence of the third branch of the Leclair Family had always been low, both of them likely engaged in research, ticulous yet sowhat awkward, except their daughter—she was vibrant and competitive.

This ti, many people ca, and when Delphine accompanied Ignatius Leclair and the patriarch, they instantly attracted countless gazes.

Delphine glanced around casually, recognizing very few people, mostly unfamiliar faces, so perhaps slightly known, but she always had little mory of people she wasn’t familiar with.

Unlike the usual absence of attention, this ti, standing beside Ignatius Leclair, everyone asked about her identity, and the man by her side replied in a deep, alluring voice, "She’s my wife."

Delphine instantly garnered a wave of envy, jealousy, and resentnt, smiling as she looked for an excuse to seek out a quiet corner.

Perhaps due to bad luck, as soon as she found a corner, she overheard a group of young ladies from prestigious families whispering.

"Did you just see the woman beside Ignatius Leclair? Doesn’t look that impressive, even Leah is better."

"I think she’s plain too, but she’s lucky, raised in the Leclair Family since young and ended up as Mrs. Leclair."

"She must have been cozying up to Ignatius Leclair from a long ti ago."

"Isn’t it said that Ignatius Leclair has a split personality? One personality in the morning, another at night. This woman seems like she’s married to two n."

"Maybe she enjoys it, Ignatius Leclair is handso and wealthy, and she often gets to play husband-switching gas."

A group of young ladies from prestigious families giggled sweetly.

Delphine’s dark, glossy eyes flashed, just as Bessie Leclair ca over holding a glass of red wine, pouring it entirely down on the head of the last speaking young lady.