the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 914: Did You Already Know It Was Me?

Ignatius Leclair tugged at the guide rope, he didn’t know how long he had been walking, how many streams he had crossed, how many slopes he had climbed, how many times he had fallen. The longer it took, the more panicked he felt inside, and the more he hated his current powerless state.

It wasn’t until the dog ahead let out a joyful bark, and the man smelled a familiar scent in the air, that he realized his palms were all sweaty. The path was full of thorns, and his heart felt like Hell.

Delphine heard the dog’s happy bark, stood up, and as soon as she turned around, she saw the guide dog circling around her closely. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Why are you running around?" The man who followed the guide dog scolded harshly, his face pale, with a hint of fear.

Delphine saw that the path had been rugged with mountains and streams, not knowing how many times he had fallen. His shoes and pants were muddy, and his handsome face had been scratched by something. Before she could speak, the man hugged her tightly.

"Ignatius Leclair." She just opened her mouth when the man kissed her roughly.

Delphine trembled all over from his kiss, different from all previous kisses. She closed her eyes, feeling his passionate kiss. She spent a whole night plus a morning to understand her heart, feeling as if she had returned to eighteen years old, her heart pounding fiercely.

The man kissed her not gently at all, even biting her lip corner irritably. It was only when he heard her whimper that he gently softened, meticulously kissing her cherry lips.

Nobody knew how long it took before Ignatius Leclair let her go, but he still held her waist tightly, not loosening his grip.

"Did you, already, know it was me?" Her voice was hoarse from crying last night until this morning, and at this moment seeing him, she felt inexplicably wronged, asking intermittently with a sob.

"Hmm." The man responded lowly. Even though he couldn’t see, he still reached out to touch her small face, wiping away her tears.

From the moment she entered the house, he knew it was her. Her breath, her scent, the sound of her walking, everything about her after losing his sight gradually appeared in his mind.

"Then why did you keep telling me to get lost every day?" Delphine wiped her tears, furious, her small hand grabbing his clothes, but having been kissed so hard by him just now, she had no strength, as if intentionally snuggling into his embrace.

The man fell silent, seeing her struggling to get up. A trace of panic flashed across his handsome face, and his expression turned solemn as he held her tighter, saying, "Where do you want to go."

No one knew how terrified he was, fearful that it was all a dream, and when he woke up, she would still choose to leave, leaving him only a cold back, making him face the cold house resembling a grave day and night. The rest of his life would be torture.

He knew she was always soft-hearted, knowing his condition, she would definitely choose to stay and compromise. He didn’t want her to compromise; he became greedier, wanting her everything, wanting her to willingly stay by his side.

"I’ve already left as you wished, why are you looking for me again?" She choked as she said, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc, taking advantage that he couldn’t see.

"I don’t want you to leave." The man said with some difficulty, lowering his head to rub against her soft cheek, murmuring, "I thought you really left."

These few days he knew she was sleeping there, the air filled with her scent, even though he cursed her, told her to get lost, she didn’t utter a word, using her soft voice speaking French, cooking, washing clothes, reading newspapers and books, only accompanying him alone, this feeling fascinated him.