Delphine pressed her cheek against the little one's, planting a gentle kiss on his chubby face.
Arthur said coldly, "Mr. Leclair is waiting for you on the second floor."
Delphine paused her actions, put down her brother, and then stood up to head upstairs.
In the reception room on the second floor, the man, as handsome as ever, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the gray skies and the light drizzle. When he heard the nearly imperceptible sound behind him, his lips curved into a faintly indifferent arc. Magnus actually liked such fragile women.
The man turned around, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he coldly said, "Miss Carter, please have a seat."
The instant Ignatius spoke, Delphine's body subtly tensed. Looking at the cold man before her, her chest tightened faintly—it turned out that the way he regarded her was not only unfamiliar but also tinged with impatience.
