the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 909: Do You Need Someone to Coddle You Out of Bed?

Ignatius Leclair’s routine is very regular; he wakes up at six every morning and sleeps at ten at night, without making any sound.

Delphine has been running around for almost a month, always eating poorly, sleeping poorly, and her sleep has been restless. She wakes up early, almost as soon as the birds in the forest start chirping.

Her first reaction is to check if Ignatius Leclair is still there. Seeing the man quietly lying asleep in the room, she breathes a sigh of relief, gets up to wash carefully, then sowhat worriedly checks on him again, only to see the man lying in bed with his deep phoenix eyes open, saying nothing.

This sight nearly scares her; she pauses for half a second before realizing that Ignatius Leclair can’t see anything right now. Jing Liu said his wake-up ti is eight in the morning, but now it’s clearly just six. He stays in bed silently with his eyes open for hours every day without moving?

Delphine furrows her brow, thinking her temper had long been worn down by the years, her heart as calm as a stagnant water, without any ripples. But seeing Ignatius Leclair like this, her anger rises unbidden, and she reaches out to push him, hoarsely saying, "Sir, if you’re awake, get up to brush your teeth, wash your face, and go out. I’m going to clean later."

"Shut up." The man speaks with a very pure French accent, even more fluent and authentic than hers, with a deep and angry voice.

Delphine doesn’t know how long he’s been awake; she lets out a cold laugh, reaches out, and pulls off his thin sumr quilt. Anyway, he’s like a tiger without claws now, blind and not intimidating to her. If he dares to be fierce, she is fiercer than him. If he doesn’t care to live, she doesn’t need to care about his mood either.

Ignatius Leclair had never been treated so roughly from childhood to adulthood. When he regains his senses, the newly arrived caregiver has already rcilessly pulled off all his bedding and even started shoving him.

How dare she? Filled with rage, Ignatius Leclair raises his hand, ready to push her away.

Delphine has suffered a loss once before, she won’t suffer a second ti. Her elbow and palm, bruised and skinned from yesterday, seeing his movents know exactly what he’s about to do. She steps back and continues nudging him, speaking coldly, "You’re not a child, do you need soone to coax you to get up?"

Standing at a height of 180cm, tall and handso, having been dazzling his whole life, embodies indulgent elegance both in private and public realms. Mr. Leclair’s face turns steely with anger, unwittingly pushed off the bed by this wild woman. Soon, he hears her dismantling all the bed items.

"I’m taking the bedding to wash. You go out yourself." Delphine says coolly. His cleanliness obsession used to be so heavy; it’s been a month in this place, but that wooden-headed Jing Liu never dares defy him, much less wash the bedding; he’s even afraid to draw the curtains.

Does it even matter to a blind man whether the curtains are drawn or not? Clearly, it’s a blindness of the heart, not the eyes.

After speaking, Delphine opens both the front and back doors of the main house, then opens the windows and draws back the curtains, letting daylight and mountain breezes seep in, blowing away all the gloomy feelings inside.

Taking everything that needs washing or discarding outside, she sees Ignatius Leclair accurately walking out in the direction of the door. His steps are steady, without using a cane. Had he not almost bumped into the door, Delphine would have thought he’s not blind at all.

This man, even if his eyes are blind, is inherently strong. Before, Jing Liu ordered a cane for him, but he threw it out in a rage.