the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 925: She’s the First to Dry His Hair After His Mothe

After escorting the person out of the restaurant, as they approached the steps, the Attendant heard the young, beautiful woman gently remind, "Two steps ahead are the stairs, take three steps."

"Okay." The man smiled and followed her guidance down the steps.

The young Attendant was stunned for a while, suddenly realizing that the man hadn’t looked at the nu at all, so is this man blind? Considering the man’s graceful dining etiquette and precise sense of direction, the Attendant’s mouth hung open, unable to find words.

He had never seen a gentleman eat French cuisine so elegantly, and this man was visually impaired, how could this be?

*

After dinner, back at the old house, Ignatius Leclair was playing in the courtyard with Sibyl.

Arthur White didn’t rush to leave, and quietly asked, "Miss Delphine, has Mr. Leclair agreed to the surgery?"

Delphine was washing fruit and putting them on a plate, shaking her head she said, "We haven’t discussed the matter yet, he changes the subject every ti I bring it up, have the experts gathered?"

Arthur nodded, Mr. Leclair was like this all the ti, shifting the topic so effortlessly, and he naturally exudes an aura during conversations, controlling the scene, making people unconsciously follow his rhythm.

"They’re all here, we can have the consultation tomorrow, these days the Old Fourth has been buried in experints and hasn’t co out, if he doesn’t co out now, he’ll stink." Arthur nodded again, due to lacking a comprehensive examination for Mr. Leclair, right now they have no idea how much the condition has deteriorated, Old Fourth cos with the worst preparations, being more nervous than anyone.

Delphine was silent for a mont and said, "Let’s do the checks first, have the consultation, then adjust his health, he lost too much weight last month."

Arthur was thinking the sa, imdiately nagging, "Then you must explain it clearly to Mr. Leclair, otherwise, if Mr. Leclair gets angry, none of us will be able to handle it."

Delphine nodded, telling him to rest first.

In the evening, after Ignatius Leclair finished showering, he saw Delphine stay close by.

"Do you have sothing to say?" The man fresh out of the shower wore only a bathrobe.

Feeling sowhat parched, Delphine said, "I want to take you for a check-up tomorrow, otherwise I won’t be at ease."

Delphine had now mastered the art of speaking; if she said it was for Ignatius Leclair’s benefit, the man might easily turn the words back. Now it was different, as she put the responsibility on herself, Ignatius Leclair couldn’t shake it off.

The man paused while drying his hair, then reached out to hold her, saying deeply, "Just a check-up?"

"Yes, at least it should be checked." Delphine felt uneasy, didn’t ntion surgery, as surgery carries risks, and she felt her romance had barely begun yet was already facing such choices, which was distressing.

Ignatius Leclair nodded, probably feeling the sa, saying softly, "Then sleep early tonight. After the check-up tomorrow, will you take for a walk by the Thas River?"

"Alright." She nodded, seeing his hair sowhat damp, she instinctively took the towel from his hand to help dry his hair, he was so tall, she humd, "Lower your head."

Ignatius Leclair felt her soft little hands threading through his hair, reached to hold her hand, pulling her into his arms, kissing her silently, she was the second after his mother to dry his hair.