Ignatius Leclair leaned against the bedroom door, his almond-shaped eyes arching upward as he let out a deep, sensual chuckle. "Even though your husband gave up his inheritance, he still has a yacht under his name that can be lent to his wife for her filmmaking. A husband's unconditional support for his wife's career is a must."
Delphine, with her brows knitted in thought, immediately perked up upon hearing about the yacht. She sprang to her feet without even putting on slippers, her bare feet stepping on the carpet as she grabbed his arm excitedly, her dark, bright eyes shining. "Really?" she asked.
Ignatius nodded. Even if there wasn't a yacht, he would have purchased an ultra-luxurious one specifically for his wife's movie.
The man's long lashes fell as his gaze lowered to her ten delicate and rosy toes. A shadow flitted through his eyes as he reached out to scoop her up in his arms, murmuring in a low voice, "Next time, don't get out of bed barefoot."
