Delphine froze for a moment and then, seeing Ignatius Leclair's serious expression, realized he was asking her opinion?
The man looked at her small, pale face, slightly whitened by the cold wind, wanting to reach out and pull her into his embrace, to warm her hands. But fearing he might startle her, he softly said, "If you don't want to go to Emerald Hill Villas, we can go to the villa in Northern Town instead. That's my mother's old home—I lived there for a long time when I was a child."
"Let's stay here," Delphine said. She didn't want the hassle of moving around, and going to stay with him felt like some sort of cozy family vacation for the four of them.
"Alright," Ignatius nodded lightly, his deep phoenix eyes shimmering. "You decide."
Delphine froze again, almost suspecting he might be Magnus Leclair instead. Over the years, Ignatius had stood high above everyone—aloof and domineering. When had he ever sought someone's opinion? When had he ever asked about her preferences?
