Ignatius Leclair saw Wilbur Turner's relentless appearance and let out a cold sneer, releasing Delphine. Thinking about the kiss marks he'd left on her back, his phoenix-shaped eyes darkened even further. Her back was indeed beautiful—if it bore his exclusive mark, would she still dare to wear such revealing clothes and flirt with other men?
The thought flashed through his mind, and the man's intentions stirred.
"Delphine, are you okay?" Cassius Turner's face turned utterly grim as he pulled Delphine out of the corner. With a slightly confrontational gaze toward Ignatius, his whole body tensed up. If it weren't his parents' special night, he would've dragged this man outside for a fight.
Delphine felt a burning sensation on her back, so she subtly leaned against the wall and said quietly, "I'm fine."
If someone saw the kiss marks on her back, it's likely she'd be branded with all sorts of scandalous titles by the next day.
