Delphine raised her eyes to look at his sharply defined face. The man, already over thirty, exuded the charm that only mature men possess. Even if indifferent in demeanor, he carried an understated gentleness and refined elegance, tempered by the passing years.
At some point, Ignatius Leclair had changed so much.
Ignatius noticed her faltering response and let out a subtle sigh of relief, curling his lips into a smile. Thankfully, she hadn't said the words aloud—to let Magnus live and let Ignatius die. Otherwise, he'd have to seriously consider eradicating the dormant second personality completely.
"Yeats is staying here lately. It's not suitable for me to stay in the study. At night, I'll sleep on the floor in the bedroom," Ignatius said. "Besides, Nicholas and Benjamin are back now. If they find out that Dad and Mom are sleeping in separate rooms, they'll be upset."
