the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 870: If You Run Away, Big Brother Will Definitely Ho

The man’s grip on her hand was a bit too tight, causing her so pain, especially with the wedding ring on her ring finger pressing uncomfortably into her skin. She lowered her eyes and asked hoarsely, "Since you drove away, why did you later co to like ? Wouldn’t it have been better to keep hating ?"

Mutual hatred and separation are better than this suffocating entanglent.

Her voice was drowned out by the crowd’s cheers, but Ignatius Leclair still heard it. He said nothing, rely reaching out to hold her in his arms.

Back then, when he drove her away, it wasn’t just because he made a deal with Magnus Leclair. Perhaps deep down, he had already known that one day she would beco his obsession, his deepest vulnerability, his lifelong love. He was simply afraid of such things happening.

Afraid of a woman appearing in his life who would make his soul tremble, a woman who would control all his emotions.

"Not anymore. Even if you chase away, I won’t leave," the man’s voice was husky and low as he said, "Don’t leave ."

Delphine felt a sting in her eyes; she actually liked this man but had no way to continue staying by his side. She had been dreaming every night lately, dreaming of past events. He made her feel suffocated and fearful.

The lights in the banquet hall suddenly brightened, and Delphine broke free of his embrace. Looking at the well-lit hall, all her rationality returned. The Leclair Family’s third house’s wedding anniversary had co to a satisfactory conclusion, leaving only the buffet banquet.

People noticed Ignatius Leclair and started gathering around him in small groups.

Delphine lowered her eyes and dispelled the last hint of softness in them, turning to leave. As she skirted past the crowd, Griffith Squire erged from sowhere, grabbing her arm and saying in a low voice, "In an hour, call that number. Soone will co to pick you up."

Griffith Squire said this and slipped a phone into her bag, taking away her own phone.

Delphine’s gaze flickered, and she nodded lightly.

"I’ll personally go to pick up Nicholas," Griffith Squire said before brushing past her.

She continued walking nonchalantly, taking a glass of red wine from the bar when she saw Nathan Leclair sauntering over, his piercing gaze fixed on her. "Just drinking wine without eating sothing to pad the stomach, our older brother will be heartbroken again."

Delphine lowered her eyes and said softly, "I just saw that Grandpa, Third Uncle, and Third Aunt have all left. Why hasn’t the second master gone?"

"Stayed to watch the show," Nathan Leclair suddenly leaned in and smiled. "And to keep an eye on you so you don’t run off and leave dealing with the aftermath for our older brother."

The red wine in Delphine’s glass swirled slightly, creating ripples.

Nathan Leclair’s gaze suddenly deepened, sweeping over the just-departed Griffith Squire. Lowering his eyes, he took a sip of champagne and said nonchalantly, "Had I known you didn’t like our older brother, I should have co back sooner."

Now it’s a bit too late; they can only always be uncle and niece-in-law.

As he spoke, there was a commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall, with everyone discussing.

"Isn’t that Leo Yeager there? How did he end up with a crippled leg?"

"Shh, there’s no Leo Yeager now, be careful, or the third master will hear you."

Leo Yeager pushed aside those trying to stop him and shouted loudly, "Jocelyn Yeager, co out."

The crowd made way, unwilling to interact with the disgraced and disabled Leo Yeager.

This forr, indulgent eldest son from the Yeager Family had once been hit on the head by her. Having vanished for years, one wonders where he crawled out from now. But if there’s anyone who hates Jocelyn Yeager most, it has to be Leo Yeager.