Chapter 16: The man reached out and pulled her out of the bathtub

The bathroom was enormous, designed in a minimalist style with black and white tones. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head to examine Ignatius Leclair's daily bath products, only to realize she couldn't recognize a single brand.

Though she'd lived in the Leclair Manor for years and witnessed the life of the wealthy elite, deep down, she was still that impoverished girl from the countryside, the gulf between her and Ignatius Leclair a chasm wider than the heavens and earth.

These past few years, she didn't hate Ignatius Leclair. Perhaps everything was predetermined by fate. Nowadays, just living like an ordinary person was difficult for her; she had no excess energy to love or hate.

Feeling thoroughly exhausted, the heat made Delphine drowsy. She dozed off until the sound of the bathroom door opening startled her awake, causing her to jolt her eyes open.

Ignatius Leclair stood at the door holding a bathrobe, silent and with a faintly grim expression.