The study was deathly silent.
After Delphine finished speaking, a slight tinge of fear set in. But at this point, no matter how scared she was, she couldn't retreat even a single step—for Nicholas' sake.
The man sat with his long legs crossed, his phoenix eyes dark and profound as he stared at the pale and delicate woman before him. After a long moment, he stood up, towering over her as he closed the distance and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Reconcile? Hmm?"
Those words were spoken with profound meaning and an agonizing slowness. The implication was intriguing.
"So, you think I brought Nicholas here to reconcile with you?" Ignatius' gaze was deep as he pressed her step by step, his tone unyielding.
