Ignatius Leclair was juggling the wedding arrangements and mediating arguments, utterly exhausted. His face was grim as he arrived to find the lounge crowded with people. An unfamiliar, overweight woman was sprawled on the floor, throwing a tantrum, while Delphine stood alone, her small face frosty and her dress stained with red wine. Seeing this, his anger flared instantly. His phoenix eyes narrowed sharply, and his cold gaze swept toward Bessie Leclair.
Bessie had already been intimidated by Delphine's earlier threat, but when she saw her elder brother approach without asking for details and directly warn her, her face turned white with rage.
The crowd cleared a path for him. Ignatius strode over to Delphine with an air of dominance, his handsome and stern countenance as cold as ice. Without saying a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, concealing the wine stains and her graceful collarbone.
