Ignatius Leclair's expression was cold and stern, his steps hurried and swift. Delphine struggled to keep up, reaching out to tug at his hand softly, whispering, "Slow down."
The man turned to glance at her, his deep phoenix-shaped eyes carrying a trace of irritation. He led her into the VIP lounge, shutting the troubles of the outside world away with the door, then fixed his gaze on her intently.
The lounge was so silent that they could hear each other's breaths.
Delphine noticed his penetrating gaze and the coldness in his face. Without saying anything further, she lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Thank you for earlier."
"How will you thank me?" His voice was deep, tinged with a slight hoarseness.
Under the intensity of his stare, Delphine felt herself stiffen slightly. His eyes were as profound as the depths of the ocean, seemingly capable of unraveling all of her thoughts.
