Delphine's body suddenly stiffened, her hand hadn't yet touched the phone in the cabinet, and her heart sank halfway.
Ignatius Leclair approached from behind, wrapping his arm around her astonishingly slender waist, resting his head on her delicate shoulder, and said in a husky, seductive voice, "If you want something, just ask me. I'll give you anything you want."
His voice carried an inexplicable allure and tease.
Delphine was already struggling to stand, and with his weight pressing down, her legs instantly softened, and she leaned completely into his embrace. Ignatius enjoyed the feeling of warmth and softness in his arms, his phoenix eyes looking at the old toys in the cabinet, and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, I learned wood carving from my mother when I was young. I carved these little things myself. I was going to throw them away, but my mother said to keep them, that they'd be treasures when we look at them decades later."
