Delphine reached out, touching the man's gaunt face, tracing from his prominent nose down to his thin lips. Her eyes misted as she softly said, "They say I'm now worth billions, so I can't marry an old man who's blind and has constant headaches. Let's talk about marriage once you've cured your headaches."
The man's thin lips curled into a heavy smile, "I shouldn't have left you so many assets. If this old man dies on the operating table, you can quickly find plenty of handsome young men."
Delphine's heart jumped at his blatant words. She immediately covered his mouth with her hand and angrily said, "Don't talk nonsense." Before she finished speaking, she felt his thin lips brush against her palm.
Delphine's palm tingled, and she quickly withdrew her hand, feeling her face flush slightly. She pushed him and said, "Let's hurry back. Nicholas must be worried sick."
