The man experienced a brief moment of panic but quickly suppressed his vulnerability, coldly resolving to guard his woman. Even against another version of himself, he refused to back down.
Ignatius Leclair ran his hand through her soft hair and asked in a low voice, "What's the script you picked this time?"
He climbed into bed, revealing his toned chest, gesturing for her to lean in close. His deep, ink-like eyes locked onto hers.
Delphine found his demeanor exceptionally alluring for the first time. Feeling a bit shy, she covered her face, exposing faint dimples and leaned against his chest. As she began talking about the script, her eyes lit up brightly. "This time, it's a suspense screenplay. I've never seen anything so stunning before."
Delphine rolled over, propped her head up with her hand, and chatted with him about the newest script.
