The two hadn't been this close in ages. The man's searingly warm, thin lips descended, carrying a restrained breath, tentatively kissed her once, and then suddenly deepened the kiss, infused with years of longing and an innate aggressiveness.
Delphine was caught off guard by his abrupt kiss, a bit stunned. Ever since she became pregnant, her body was even more sensitive than before, softening at the slightest tease. Now, as he kissed her, all her strength vanished, and she could only softly lean into his embrace.
Ignatius Leclair didn't dare to go too far. The relationship between the two was still in a frozen period; even a kiss was already pushing his luck. This sort of matter had to be handled gradually.
The man restrained himself and let her go, but his hand didn't retract, still gently encircling her waist. In a husky, low voice, he said, "Tomorrow is the opening trial for your father's inheritance embezzlement case. If you want to attend, I'll come to pick you up."
