Ignatius Leclair's phoenix eyes were deep and brooding as he fixed his gaze on her. He wanted to ask himself, despite driving her away five years ago, why was it that her mere return now seemed to enchant him, forcing him to keep her close?
This was a question he couldn't figure out, so he chose not to delve into it further. For the Crown Prince of Nanyang, his actions could be driven purely by preference, without needing to trace their origins.
In a low voice, the man said, "You can leave too. Once you step out of this door, no one will give you answers to your questions."
Delphine let out a cold laugh, about to rise to her feet, but the man had already reached out to embrace her. His voice raspy, he murmured, "I haven't slept in two days. I just want to sleep well for once. Once I wake up, I'll tell you everything."
