the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 949: Sleeping Neck to Neck, a Feeling of Forever

Ignatius Leclair watched as she casually braided her long hair into a plait, then went to the stove, lit the firewood, and put on water and rice to cook.

The man’s deep phoenix eyes were full of tenderness. Perhaps this was what attracted him most to Delphine. Whether on the most dazzling stage or in the most rustic kitchen of a small town, she always found her place, her demeanor as calm as water, capable of embracing everything.

A trace of regret flashed across Ignatius Leclair’s handsome face. He was accustomed to making Western dishes, and he was indeed a bit unfamiliar with controlling the heat of such a stove.

Unable to be the master chef, he could only assist. The man asked in a low voice, "Delphine, what should I do with the chicken thighs you’ve cut? Let me help you."

"Cut them into diced chicken; we’ll make chicken pilaf later." Delphine looked up with a smile, her fair face shining with a sweet expression, watching as the man swallowed hard, suppressing his gaze.

"Do we need to make any other dishes?" The man took out a chef’s knife, washed his hands, and expertly cut the chicken thighs into evenly sized strips, his knife skills impressive.

"There’s also mushroom chicken soup, but you might not be used to it?" Delphine felt that dinner seemed a bit simple. They originally planned to eat out, but Maximilian bought everything except ingredients.

"I can eat anything." Ignatius Leclair smiled slightly. Whatever his wife made, he’d eat; he was only picky about people.

"That’s good, but it’s a pity we’re only staying here for a short while. Otherwise, we could plant some vegetables in the yard."

Ignatius Leclair, with a deeper gaze, casually asked, "Do you like this pastoral life?"

"Not really. I just hope life can be simpler." Delphine saw the water boiling in the pot, scooped up the rice, drained it, set it aside, then heated the pan with oil, added ginger and garlic to sauté the chicken. After a while, she added the cooked rice, letting it simmer.

Ignatius Leclair watched her cook skillfully from the side, feeling a slight pain in his heart for no reason. She grew up in a poor family, probably enduring many hardships in her childhood, yet when she met him, he hadn’t treated her well.

Ignatius Leclair now thought of the things he had done and felt like such a bastard.

The man reached out and embraced her, his voice low, "I’m sorry. I didn’t treat you well all these years. It was my fault. It won’t be like this again."

Delphine was held tightly by him, her hands momentarily still, her dark eyes glistening with tears, she choked, "I accept your apology."

The man held her even tighter.

The dinner, although simple, was exceptionally delicious. Returning to live in the small town after so many years, Delphine almost felt like she was a teenager again.

That night, Ignatius Leclair was unusually gentle; the two slept intertwined, feeling as if time itself had ceased to exist.

On the next morning, Maximilian brought people to continue repairing the old house. Delphine took Ignatius Leclair to buy offerings like paper candles, and then together they went to the green hill behind the small town.

Grandmother’s grave was just a small mound with a single tombstone. In the isolated small town, cremation had not yet been implemented. After paying their respects, Delphine shared her experiences over the years, then bid farewell to her grandmother, retracing their steps back home.

Seeing the man holding her hand, someone so lofty, kneeling with her in front of an unfamiliar elder’s tombstone to pay respects, pious and earnest without a trace of impatience, she felt a deep sense of gratitude.

She suddenly missed Leah so much, wanting to tell her that she had already found happiness in this lifetime.