Delphine was tightly held by him, yet she remained silent. Her anger had not subsided. Accepting the established reality was one thing, but whether or not to show Ignatius Leclair a cold face was another.
In any case, she hadn't planned to get along well with this man. He was domineering and unreasonable, so she simply ignored him. In marriage, the biggest taboo was a cold war. Over time, if Ignatius couldn't take it anymore, perhaps they could let each other go and give one another a way out.
Ignatius held her tightly, his faint, cool scent of pine wrapping around her, carrying the deep and grounding reassurance of a man.
Delphine found herself somewhat lost in it, only to snap awake suddenly and struggle to break free.
The man refused to let go of her. His voice hoarse and almost unrecognizable, he spoke low and raspy, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
