"Think carefully before you speak." Ignatius Leclair's voice carried a trace of menace, his brows dark and heavy, as though storm clouds were about to crush everything beneath them.
Delphine's thin lips moved slightly, feeling out of her depth about what kind of answer he wanted. If Ignatius Leclair were to marry, this relationship could not continue. He would become the heir to the Leclair Family's empire, and she would remain the aloof and indifferent orphan, two lives that would never intersect again. All past grievances would scatter like the wind, neither blaming the other.
"Do you have someone you love, or are you already engaged?" Delphine asked calmly, her eyes clear and piercing, devoid of any emotional ripples.
