The two red booklets never made it into her hands; they were directly taken away by Ignatius Leclair's assistant.
Delphine watched the marriage formalities get completed within a minute. The two staff members left in a hurry, as if fleeing, and in the blink of an eye, tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the man's tiger-mouth grip.
Ignatius Leclair's tall figure suddenly trembled. He reached out and touched the corner of her eye—it was wet; she was crying.
For an instant, the man's mind went blank, as a sharp pain squeezed at his heart.
"I'm sorry," he apologized in a raspy voice, his tone low and coaxing. "If you're upset, you can hit me to vent your feelings."
