the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 922: Are We Going to Settle Down in the United Kingd

Ignatius Leclair nodded and said, "It’s ."

"Then you woke up, what about Magnus?" Delphine asked.

The man’s voice suddenly beca tense, with a lower pitch, as he said, "He’s probably still asleep. Do you want to see him?"

The last words inexplicably turned somber. It’s strange to say, but Magnus has shown no signs of activity lately. Ignatius felt this issue needed resolution; after all, he couldn’t be affectionate with his wife only to wake up as soone else. His wife should belong to him alone.

A trace of coldness flashed in the man’s eyes, yet he carefully concealed it.

Delphine noticed the man’s expression had beco more somber than before, so she didn’t dare to speak carelessly and just laughed, "No, I was just asking casually. By the way, are you hungry? Shall we go out for dinner?"

Actually, over the years, she mostly interacted with the primary personality, so instinctively Delphine leaned towards the primary personality.

Ignatius felt relieved that she didn’t ntion Magnus, recalling his troubleso past of pretending to be Magnus. He was anxious about telling his wife that there was no Magnus, it was him all along, but what if little Delphine got angry?

Usually decisive, Mr. Leclair felt a bit uneasy and decided to wait until after the operation to address it. He didn’t want to waste any bit of ti now on explanations or misunderstandings.

If the operation goes well, he will surely confess honestly.

"Let’s go. Do you have any restaurant recomndations? You’re most familiar with this area." Delphine took his arm, half leading, half depending on him, and said smilingly.

Actually, she wasn’t really hungry, but Ignatius’s diet had been poor lately, and he needed to nourish himself well.

Ignatius showed no expression outwardly, but inside he felt sweet, no wonder little Benjamin liked sweets, they do uplift one’s mood.

The man noticed he was blind, yet his wife was willing to take him out and wanted his recomndation for finding a good restaurant, causing the corners of his mouth to lift imdiately.

"There’s a very stylish restaurant, but it’s a bit far from here," the man said indifferently.

Delphine quickly called Arthur White to have him drive over to pick them up, then hung up and laughed, "Done."

Ignatius’s mouth twitched slightly in indulgence without saying a word, turning a blind eye to the fact that the assistant to the CEO of a super conglorate had to act as a chauffeur.

He was often not in the United Kingdom, and in fact, Arthur handled many matters there. Arthur’s status within the group was quite high, but as long as his wife was happy, he was willing to be a driver, and old Arthur should feel honored, yes, that’s the truth.

The restaurant Ignatius recomnded was an authentic French restaurant. Being in London and eating French cuisine felt a bit out of place, but after being tornted by British food all week, Delphine preferred fasting over eating British cuisine, so she accepted the decision happily.

"Not eating British food, huh?" The man, knowing her taste, smiled softly. Having tasted the eight great cuisines and top global delicacies, British food appeared a disaster in Ignatius’s eyes, guessing that Delphine must’ve been starving that week in the United Kingdom.

As the originator of dark gastronomy, whenever Delphine thought of the famous dish Stargazing Pie, she found it hard to articulate.

"French cuisine it is, I like French food." Delphine smiled, thankful that she hadn’t stayed in the United Kingdom initially. But thinking of Ignatius’s plans, her smile faded, and she shook Ignatius’s arm, asking, "Are we settling in the United Kingdom for good?"