Delphine had already endured him for days. Controlling her daily life was one thing, but now he even wanted to dictate her emotions and preferences. What was wrong with this man?
She lifted her gaze, her large black-and-white eyes narrowing slightly, and sneered, "No matter how much I dislike it, don't you still show up in front of me every single day? No matter how much I dislike it, am I not still tolerating you holding my hand right now? If you're sick, why don't you go get treated?"
The man pressed his thin lips together, his deep, ink-black phoenix eyes making his emotions harder to read. Seeing her anger, he finally spoke in a soft voice after a long silence, "I'm sorry."
Delphine's eyes widened abruptly, staring at him in disbelief. Over the years, Ignatius Leclair had always been high and mighty, never lowering his head to anyone. She truly hadn't expected him to say those three words to her.
The man continued, "I'm apologizing because I made you unhappy."
