Ignatius Leclair saw this and chuckled lowly, his voice extremely pleasing to the ear.
The man walked over casually, got onto the bed, and pulled her—blanket and all—into his arms. He spoke in a low voice: "Awake?"
Her body trembled; she dared not disobey. She answered softly with a faint "Mm."
"The crew has already left Ocean City," Ignatius Leclair said unhurriedly. "Before they left, someone named Bartholomew called you nine times and even left you a message."
Delphine's heart sank. She raised her small face and looked cautiously at Ignatius Leclair's handsome, unpredictable expression, whispering carefully, "I really don't know him well at all."
"Really?" The man's voice deepened, his handsome face pressing down. He kissed her, hard and deep.
Delphine was kissed to the point of near suffocation, until she was so distressed she broke into tears. Only then did he release her.
