Delphine's beautiful, dark eyes abruptly widened, staring at Ignatius Leclair in disbelief as she said, "Are you insane?"
This was something she hadn't agreed to yet.
The man tilted his face slightly, his handsome features sharp and defined under the sparse daylight, as he spoke in a low, unhurried voice, "I thought we agreed on this yesterday. The staff is already here now."
There was a touch of resignation in his tone.
Seeing his expression—a look that plainly stated the marriage was a done deal regardless of her consent—Delphine was so furious that her entire body trembled. She couldn't string a single word together.
Still so adorable, unable to speak whenever she's angry. The man's phoenix-like eyes deepened slightly, his large hand wrapped around her delicate shoulders, pulling her tightly into his embrace. In a low voice, he said, "There's already a child. If we don't marry, are you planning to make the child illegitimate?"
