Ignatius Leclair's expression changed. His sharp phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously as he repeated, word by word, "Seduce you? Delphine, are you saying that you feel absolutely nothing for me now?"
The man, filled with anger, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely without warning.
Delphine nearly suffocated, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. She felt a tingling numbness in her lips, while a sense of despair and helplessness surged in her heart. Her eyes turned red and began to ache, yet she forced herself to hold back, refusing to show weakness.
He was simply taking advantage of his position as a man.
Now he was closing in, step by step, trying to turn her into his malleable slave. How could such an absurd and shameless thing even exist in this world?
