The man's spine was straight as a ruler, his thin lips pressed together. His expression was as cold as marble, devoid of any warmth, until a light knock on the door sounded: "Mr. Leclair, Miss Delphine's gown has been delivered."
Maximilian had been waiting outside for a long while before seeing Mr. Leclair finally come over to open the door. The man opened it and left immediately, his brows and eyes seeming to be locked in icy frost.
The Gold Medal assistant froze for a moment, then hurriedly brought the gown inside. Had they argued again? Maximilian felt a bit worried—both of them had stubborn personalities, but the difference was Mr. Leclair, born of noble status, never lowered his head. It was no surprise they quarreled. A man who can't coax his wife has no future, and Mr. Leclair was no exception—Maximilian couldn't help but silently grumble.
Delphine's eyes were still slightly red. She softly thanked him, then asked, "Have you seen Mrs. Gu?"
