Two days and two nights, wrapped in endless darkness and passion. She drifted in and out of consciousness, vaguely remembering the man feeding her something, only to start another round of intimate questioning. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

By the end of it, Delphine would tremble just hearing the word "Time," the month-long shadows left by filming pale in comparison to the dread brought by Ignatius Leclair’s beast-like fervor over the past two days and nights.

This man, truly, more savage than any beast.

At noon on the third day, Maximilian finally knocked on the door.

Ever since Ignatius and Miss Delphine returned home after the wrap party, they hadn’t left the house for two days and two nights. It wasn’t just Miss Delphine’s agent who was beside herself with worry; even Maximilian was starting to feel uneasy.

Not to mention the mountain of pending work that needed handling—although the think tank ensured there weren’t any major issues—this was ruthless, too ruthless. Ignatius didn’t even consider whether Miss Delphine might suffer lingering psychological effects afterward.

Maximilian gathered his courage and stepped into the suite, lowering his gaze and saying, "Sir, the mayor somehow caught wind of your arrival and would like to meet you."

Ignatius emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered, wearing only a robe, slippers on his feet, his damp and messy hair falling seductively. His cold, handsome face curled into a faint smirk as he replied indifferently, "That’s it? How did he know I was here?"

"Previously, when you went to the bar to bring Miss Delphine back, that venue is the busiest place locally. Maybe someone saw you," Maximilian replied, not daring to look around indiscriminately, only straining his ears to catch any sounds. Miss Delphine... hopefully she was alright.

Ignatius pressed his fingers against his brow, his handsome face darkening. He let out a cold laugh. "Tell them I’ve already left."

For most people, such matters would never reach Ignatius’ ears. However, this small-town mayor had minor ties with his grandmother’s Howard Family, so Ignatius gave him a modicum of face.

Maximilian quickly complied, then cautiously asked, "Miss Delphine’s movie has wrapped up filming. When does Sir plan to return? The safety levels here can’t compare to those at home. Sir came on a whim, without bringing Isaac along. Given that Miss Delphine hasn’t appeared for two days, perhaps it’s better to head back to Nanyang sooner."

"This afternoon." Ignatius squinted, speaking casually. "Send someone to bring Isaac to Emerald Lake."

Maximilian’s heart skipped a beat. He promptly responded and then left to prepare for their return.

Delphine heard the voices and stirred awake, her entire body feeling as though it had been taken apart and reassembled, aching and powerless, unable to move.

The night Ignatius arrived, she hadn’t been lucid—drinking, combined with a month immersed in the "Twin Flowers" script, had caused her thoughts and actions to merge with her role as Time. She had fallen into a deeply sullen and depressive state, unable to extricate herself, until Ignatius took hold of her for two days and two nights, stripping away every emotion in its wake.

She couldn’t even muster the strength to cry anymore.

After dismissing his assistant, Ignatius entered the room. Seeing her nestled completely into the blankets, her snow-white back covered in faint bite marks without a single unmarred spot, let alone her other parts, he thought back to their indulgent two days. His gaze darkened, and the corner of his cold lips lifted into a faint curve.

Delphine heard his footsteps approaching and froze, her entire body stiffened. She wanted to feign sleep, but recalling the past two days—where every time she woke up, she’d be pressed into submission—this man acted recklessly, caring not whether she was asleep or awake. Her expression changed instantly. She tried to sit up, but when her legs weakened, she collapsed back into the sheets.

Cursing under her breath, she gritted her teeth in frustration.