Ignatius Leclair paused for a moment, his eyes dark and deep. If he had not returned, leaving Delphine Carter to spend the night in the wine cellar, by morning, she wouldn't have died from her injuries; she would have frozen to death.
Thinking of this, the man reached out to touch her delicate face, his eyes flickering with a trace of hostility and an indefinable emotion.
"This won't happen again," he promised in a low, solemn voice.
Most of the staff at the Leclair Manor had been under Stone Leclair's influence before, and Ignatius hadn't cared to intervene. But after this incident, he not only replaced all the bodyguards with his own people but also had the butler personally hire new servants. He used blood-soaked and violent tactics to warn Stone Leclair that no one at Leclair Manor would ever pose a threat to her again.
Delphine remained silent, her face pale, as she looked drained and despondent.
